Poem 2

What is my Crime?

What is my crime?
Where one becomes not more pure
The blindness is in you
And for the whole world, this is fine

I know you are not mine
And I wish I had the words
To explain for you, and everybody
that without you my sun is not longer shining

But we write our own life line,
For what is left, we keep the specials
Out of yours I know I am
And I will be away with my rhyme

End Note:
I wrote this poem to express the feelings of an immigrant being denied to have citizenship in a particular country. I tried to show the lack of interest which the world presents about an immigrant. In addition it is stated the immigrant's sadness for having the right to be in a land that he/she loves deprived, and lastly the poetry ends with the immigrant's inevitable exit from the foreign country
The immigrant in my poetry actually symbolizes any immigrant being in a situation in which he/she does not have the legal right to be in a country that is not originally his/her. The closest example is the situation of many Mexicans that immigrate to the United States and after having built a family in this country they are sometimes obligate to return to Mexico because of the bureaucracy that manages the entrance of foreign people to the USA or any other country with a similar system.