The Immigrant Woman
She’s surrounded by people
She can’t understand,
And every signs says
“This is not your land”.
She stands in line after line—
If she’s legal and lucky;
She lies down on bed after bed
If she’s not.
They are the women
Their countries forgot:
the nanny, the maid, the meatpacker,
the migrant, the whore…
Starting over again,
Surviving once more.