Illegals

A poem for undocumented immigrants

Only people are illegal. 

It’s never illegal pizza, illegal ramen, illegal chicken when we cook your food, it’s not illegal strawberries or illegal lettuce when we pick it. 

It’s not illegal roofs, illegal stucco or illegal fences when we build your homes, it’s not illegal childcare or illegal mopping when we’re in them. 

It’s not illegal taxes when we pay those either. 

We’re only illegals when we need to be seen as American people and not cheap labor.

- Words by Leo Herrera

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