A poem redid by Gabe Enriquez and Jessica Gonzales
Not like the crazy celebrities of pop culture
With their outstretched legs.
Here at our worn-out, wide opened doors.
A brave woman with a lighter whose flame
Is the trapt chaos, and her name
Mother of Outcasts. From her lighthouse-hand
Shines welcoming anyone; her soft eyes demand
The floating-bridge connect those identical cities.
"Keep your traditions!" cries she
With mouth shut. "I'll take your tired, your poor,
Your cold, suffocating people trying to inhale,
The smelly garbage of your coast.
Send the homeless and abused;
I shine my spotlight through the golden door.
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