Immigrant Boy

Looking into the wind I face East,
the day I came to see this place,
followed by meets with luck and great fortune.

But first I must make it through this gate,
keeping some out and letting some in.
I am a boy ready to live a better life.

They call me up and inspect me,
I'm good to go in,
there's no way out now!

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Remembering the immigrants that came to the U.S.A. to make it what it is today.

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I wrote this after visiting Ellis Island, one of the major inspection points granting access for immigrants to the U.S.

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Aramil Xilogala
11-15-05