What is freedom?
America is great,
Full of perfect people,
Speaking perfect language.
They say speak child,
you are now free.
For here is America,
the land of opportunities.
So I speak.
But they don't understand.
What language must I speak,
for me to be free?
They say we all speak English here.
And so must you.
However I heard my peers
and these words aren't true.
Why is it so lonely
in a free country?
What is freedom
in an integrated society?
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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