Red, white, and blue

We are the generation of thinkers

The generation of reckless drinkers

The generation in which my eyes are appalled and I have opened my mouth to exercise the right I was given

This is America.


Some are raised in ignorance,

Taught to belittle someone because of their color,

Raised to gawk at the differences in which they allow to separate us.


Some were raised stained in the blood of our country,

Knowing the feeling of loss and the love in our flag,

Standing for the pledge of allegiance and removing the hat from their head. 


Some were raised,

Some raised themselves. 

Feeding themselves and their siblings,

Blood or no blood we still took care of each other.

From the ground their dirty feet rest and in the clouds they were taught there is only one sun,

From birth knowing they only had each other


We are a generation,

We are lost,

We are found,

We are saved,

And we are forgotten.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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