raiseyourvoice
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America was once something of hope and dreams
A Dream to be whoever you worked hard enough to be and to live in peace and harmony
Now I said,
"This is strength. This is how you plow through.
With a baby on your hip,
and a husband packing his bags.
Leaving forever.
Forgetting how much he loved you.
Leaving nothing behind,
Wake up everyday to a the same say
"Right hand over your heart,begin..."
Then begins the complaining
Every night " I stay up late to grade"
