i’m an immigrant

no more happy people
no more exciting people
no more free people
no longer can i go to the store

no longer can i go to the park with
out looking if ICE is watching me and my family

i can’t no longer see happy tan and brown faces
in my community just sorrow brown and tand faces
afraid to go outside because they might get caught
by the police

every single walking in my neighborhood is like walking in
in europe
no longer i see brown and tand faces

America is no longer America

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