We, too, are America.
We are supposed to be the people,
But our voices sometimes go unheard.
We long for someone to hear us,
So our wants and needs are finally, for once, heard.
We, too, are America,
But we, too, are a casualty.
We still seek to be free,
And we, too, just want to spree.
We, too, are America,
The younglings of the nation,
Yet we don't think it's something worth celebration.
We're only seen as things to spread more relations.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Relief.
PoesiaThese are poems are short paragraphs/short stories written by me. I hope for everyone to enjoy them as I did making these pieces.
