I C E Poem by Matilda Velez

I C E



But that ICE on my wrist is not the snazzy watch you see in the department stores rather the officer and handcuffs, that restraint me from my innocence that awaits its deportation.

Thursday, January 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: immigration
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