Moving to a new place means leaving behind everything you love, starting all over again. It means going away from family, and it means changing everything. People who come to America are brave, because they come to an unknown land, and they have to learn a new language, and a new way of living. It’s like being reborn. Me and my family are one of those people. I know what it’s like, and it broke my heart to leave France, and my grandparents. But I have done it, and now my heart is mended. But it will always be broken in some way, because a broken heart can never be fully repaired.
The Immigrants
Riding in swooping engines,
Immigrants crowd to America.
They escape to an unknown land,
While singing foreign songs.
Patterns of every colors they do wear,
And their exotic smells fill the air.
What is this !? What is that !?
With them they bring new hope, new love,
New hate, fear and wonder.
They bring foods that are fit for gods,
And foods that will churn your insides.
They teach us new ways of believing,
And new ways of speaking.
So join this melting pot of joy, laughs and learning,
Right here in America.
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