Immigration
Ambient, Minimalist, Emotional, Piano-driven, Reflective, Melancholic, Soft Textures, Subtle Dynamics, Introspective, Ethereal
8/18/2025Aria v1
My motherās accent,
Shaped by lands she left behind,
Makes you wrinkle your nose,
Yet she remains gentle and kind.
Balancing a second language,
In her eyes hope gleams,
Though her words may sound a little strange,
She hopes to fulfill the American dream.
Leaving her family behind,
She raises her own family,
In hopes they have better lives,
Without the help of a single friend.
āRacism doesnāt exist anymore,ā
Yet the word ādeportationā looms,
She hears lawmakers preach it everywhere,
And fear slowly creeps into her room.
We can turn the nation around,
To see her voice as strength and not flaw,
To build a country that is not bound,
To just one accent for all.
