“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
If any of you reading this know history, you know this is taken from the Statue of Liberty herself. If you look at this photo closely, you can see a piece of street art that portrays an older man. Just above the man’s head, there’s the scribbling of a person’s handwriting. It reads: “My grampa was born a foreigner, but died a proud American.” I’ve looked at this photo for 2 weeks now and didn’t even notice this piece until today. I’m learning there’s importance in the details.