United States of America
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In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue
The Native Americans called this place home, but they were not free to continue on
They were not free to stay where they had been
my father's eyes arered, white, and blue.third generation immigrant,he is proud of what he has done,of what this country's allowed him to become.
“America the Beautiful” is under siege.
People destroying their own cities - through violence and ignorance - a horrific sight to see.
The cake is a lie
The baker was owned;
But not free;
Unlike her co-workers for so many years
Blood is in that cake
Death is in that cake
As one we are Americans
Individually we shape America
We bleed red
We feel blue
And our white bones break under similar burdens
I am an African, an African
taken from my homeland and
brought into a place where I am known as
being "inferior" Why was this happening?
Do I not shed blood and cry as any other
A toll we hear,
Beckoning us towards liberty
A hope,
Only dreamt of.
Has it been realized?
United we stand, divided we fall
Are we a melting pot of unity or a nation of individuality?
Ask many today and the consensus runs that tolerance and acceptance
Is our nation’s lasting values
Go ahead and say it
a voice like a comet
the moment at hand
the glory of this land
though growing up's tough
you become strong enough
to endure and push through
inside the red, white and blue
BOOM!
Goes the sound of a bus backfiring
As it leaves a stop with no passengers
Once again
The bus driver silently laments to himself
And hopes the boycott will be over.
