America The Brave


America is constantly put up for praise

Freedom, opportunites. Yeah, we have our days 

But is freedom really freedom when some rights are forgotten?

Or when others are still treated as if they're picking cotton

America The Brave, that's how we're known

We walk around as if we own the throne. 

America The Brave still has her fears,

we've learned to look past some throughout the years.

Yet we still don't accept those who are different.

Because of who they love or the color of their pigment.

America The Brave isn't as brave as the world may think,

but we have the power to change before you could even blink.


Guide that inspired this poem: 



Civil Rights is a subject that is very important me. Writing this poem was enjoyable to me because i was able to express my opinion on the subject.

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