The land of the free,
And the home of the brave,
That's America,
Where the star spangled banner waves.
But if we're so brave,
Why so scared,
Of everything that was unprepared.
If we're so free,
How come we're trapped in the same house,
Till we're eighteen?
We are America.
Where girls starve,
To shrink their size,
When many others around the world,
Would be glad to have no space,
Between their thighs.
We are America.
Where guys have abs,
To show off to girls everyday,
When others in China,
Have them to keep their pay,
For their jobs in factories,
Make they carry stuff more than they weigh.
We are America.
Where some buy things organic,
Cuz there's less chemicals and dirt,
When to some kids in Africa,
Having fruit is a rare dessert.
We are America.
Where when we die when we're old,
Not everyone complains,
For they know once we're in our grave,
They get the money we save.
We are America.
Where you're either too young to decide,
Or too old to dream,
Isn't that how it always seems?
We are America.
The land of the free
And the home of the brave.
Maybe so,
But we aren't perfect you know.
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Poems for the Lonely
PoesíaSometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
