Two sided poem

I don't like the mexicans who cross the border
When I was 5 my mom snuck me across the border 

My dad lost his job at the construction company, he says they're hiring aliens under the table.
My dad owned a deli in Mexico City.  They killed him in a robbery.  He wouldn't give up the cash register.

America is supposed to be a land of the equal.

But my Dad is not equal to fugitives.
But people call me names and at school, they make fun of my name.

My mom works hard.

She works a thirty hour week.  
My mom gets home from her job after I go to sleep and leaves before I wake up.

I love America.

They don't have to come.
We were starving in Mexico.  I hope America will accept me someday.






     With the election coming up, Illegal Immigration from mexico is a huge issue.  It's a really interesting issue.  On one end, we don't want them to come here illegally as apposed to applying for a visa, but on the other, many of these people have no other options.  There's around 11 million illegal immigrants in America, so we have to figure out what to do with them.  They're treated extremely unfairly here, making far less than minimum wage.  You can't give them all citizenship, because that would encourage more to come.  There are also those who were just kids when their parents took them across the border.  It's a really difficult and confusing issue.

     I feel that we cannot be in any circumstances bigoted or we will automatically be wrong.  I'm not sure what to do about letting them stay or not.  We have to have humanitarian values in making laws, but we still have to enforce them even if we feel bad.