“Immigrant” has somehow become a bad word.
When to me immigrants are the people who fight to be heard.
They are the people who are ignored,
The people who work hard without reward.
They’re not back until after dusk and leave the house before dawn,
They’re not just the people who mow your lawn.

People will discriminate,
But I’m proud of from where I originate.
With rich culture that in which the word “ashame” does not exist.
In this so called “country of the free” we will resist.
We will join with others to make our bruises known
For we won’t stay quiet while being disowned