The American Dream
Working to support ourselves
living in safe neighborhoods
fighting to protect our rights
there's no way a dystopian society
shines bright
while all we do is cuss and fuss
let this be a warning
to both of us
This isn't what we call the American Dream
by now I'm sure they muffled the sound
of our screams
Slavery isn't the act of liberation
but it's enactment of dominance
for something damn prominent
will be what we consider our emancipation
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world
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