True Tale of Immigration

Are you scared of my last name?
If it were yours, would it bring you shame?
The land of the free, can't you share it with me?
We are all immigrants, so don't give me that excuse.
Don't tell me to go back to where I came from, because maybe you should too.
Then we can all live in peace, and the natives could too.


Age: 16, West High, Grade: 10

This poem was selected for the 2012 Poetry in Public project, sponsored by the Iowa City Public Art Program. Poetry in Public displays poems by local writers of all ages in Iowa City buses, downtown kiosks, and select public buildings from April (National Poetry Month) through the fall.

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on July 02, 2012

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