America, the freedom land,

Where I fear holding another's hand.

The country where I was born and raised.

With all this hate and yet no one is fazed.

We ignore the struggles to make ourselves feel good

Instead of fixing our issues like we should.

America, where our black men can't breathe

and where our own citizens are trapped oversea.

Where women struggle to own their body

And where it's hated for someone to love somebody.

America the great is a figment of imagination

so we can ignore the state of our nation.