Another Immigrant Gone.
I’m stuck in this awful place with no escape.I'm sitting here on the cold concrete floor.I’m observing others around me, some are huddled in the corner crying like scared puppies. And others look scared and afraid.That was me when they first brought me here.I wonder, is this what it feels like to be hated and despised?
Hour after hour they bring more people in.Its starting to get a little packe...