From distant lands where skies were wide and blue,
I came with dreams, fresh as morning dew.
New paths to walk, new heights to try,
But echoes of the past stayed close by.

My parents worked hard to pave the way,
Through struggles, they taught me how to stay.
I learned to stand, to fight, to rise,
And chase the light before it dies.

In books and code, I found my guide,
A purpose clear, a goal inside.
With every step, my fire grew,
A vision bright, a future new.

Each fall has taught me to stand tall,
To keep on going through it all.
An immigrant’s road may be tough and long,
But I’ve found my strength, where I belong.

I rise not just for me, but for the rest,
Whose dreams may stumble, whose hearts feel pressed.
No path’s too steep, no dream too far,
With courage bright, I’ll reach my star.

I’ll keep moving, with all my might,
Carving my way, claiming what’s right.

Explanation:The poem reflects my journey as an immigrant, overcoming challenges, staying connected to my roots, and pursuing new dreams to build a brighter future.

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