Page 128 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood

Tenerife 1

In Tenerife, where the sun shines bright,

We see a scene that isn't right.

Black and Brown people on the street,

Selling goods, making ends meet.

Yet they're called immigrants, you see,
While White people are expats, roaming free.

Ask yourself, is this fair?

Why the difference in the names we share?

They've been here for many years,

Facing struggles, hiding fears.
Still, they're seen as outsiders, strange,

While others get a title change.

Fairness is what we must strive for,

Seeing people, not keeping score.

We are all the same inside,

In this world, let's not divide.
Expats, immigrants, what's the fuss?

We're all humans, just like us.

It's time to change the way we see,

Promote equality, let’s be free.

No more labels that divide,
Let's stand together, side by side.

Inclusion is the path to take,

For a world where no hearts break.

So next time you see someone new,

Remember, they're just like me and you.

With hopes and dreams, and love to give,
In harmony, let's choose to live.

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