the little boys on the field take off their baseball caps and the men in the stands do the same. a baby cries and a mother shushes it gently. i stand next to my father and stare at the flag in the warm summer breeze. the trumpets overwhelm my hearing and cymbals crash into my thoughts. i think about liberty, freedom, sacrifice, the façade put up by our government to pull us away from our senses, to make us believe in our future. a vile, bitter taste arises in my throat. i am disgusted by how much of a disappointment the "united" states of america has become.
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good thing no one reads this because god forbid i say something remotely controversial
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
