The Immigrant Motel

By Mary Lahaj

I once came to America seeking shelter
With a heavy heart, a light knapsack
My country was in a disaster
Or under a US attack

I checked into the Immigrant Motel
Got a blanket, a bed, and Prozak
I was free to sleep on my stomach or my back
But I should never have unpacked

The immigrant Motel was my only address
I went to school, started a business, and paid my taxes
I was free to buy a home and eat a Big Mac
But I should never have unpacked

As I look back at the Statue of Liberty
I am clutching my babies and a large luggage rack
Oh it was foolish of me to take words literally
And seek comfort, a future, or opportunity

So advice to you who come after me
Running from hunger, injustice, or fear
Americans prefer that you stop and turn back
But whatever you do, you should never unpack

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