America the great poetry slam
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Dear citizens,
My heart swells with pride hearing the “National Anthem.”
Living in a country without freedom is something I cannot fathom.
This nation is closing in
The borders are suffocating
The immigrants have to leave
But, why?
Isn't this the land of the free?
These people just want to breathe.
So open the gates
I am Jamaican American
I do not put 'Jamaican' first because of heritage laws
I do not put 'Jamaican' because I was born there
(I was not)
Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes
Or don’t shoot at all
It’d be no surprise
You see, to shoot you have to be brave
And that’s hard to be when your T.V. hero’s already made
We pride ourselves on being safe
but the only ones who can comfortably
walk down the street
are the ones crumbling the roads beneath
the rest of us
money being the only way of communication
America, land of the free.
America, home of the brave.
America, home of the immigrant.
Change is seen as scary, terrifying,
America, once beautiful -
When will you appear as the stories say?
With your ragged past, were you ever great?
Perhaps achieving ‘great again’ is not the way.
A once proud nation towering above its opposition
In both the battles of science and national pride
Finds half of itself screaming for a return to the past
Freedom, democracy, civil rights, and genocide.
No matter what the war is fought for there is always a winning and losing side.
War is a constant. It has never changed.
But now to U.S. it is just a game.
poems for cash?
poems to bash?
land of the debt
students who fret
learn they say
till one day
you'll have sway
teacher teacher
land of the debt
cheeks always wet
Don't fret.
You've got 200 dollars to your name, loans
Racking up interest left and right
Where you are is stuck
In the middle of
Work harder, but you can never
Work hard enough to stop
The land of the free,
but am I free to be me?
Can I walk safely late at night.
or travel as I please?
America will be blighted,
when politicians are short-sighted.
Red, white, blue-the country in which I exist
Never questioned or realizing that something is amiss..
Born to a culture that screams being patriotic since before I was a kid.
Red
America the great,how is something so "great"something I hate.
America the Great.
What a weighted statement.
America is two.
America the people.
A wonderful blend of people from everywhere.
A flag is something that does not change. It does not conform to the needs of a country, nor to its people to help them. It is a cold, hard reminder that the world cares for no one as individuals. To the world, we are how much money we make and ho
