the land of the free
and the home of the brave
i used to be able to believe
but with the innocent incarcerated
and the little guy criticized
for walking down the street
i can't believe that we're all that free
and with every single difference
making us intimidated and offended
why do you care about the color of my skin
or who i want between my legs?
with who we want to be ostracized
because it's change
and you don't like it
i can't believe that we're all that brave
we all stand at the football games
at the baseball field
and we say words we could never really convey
they fall from our lips like an ingrained incantation
no one means what they're saying
no one knows what they're saying
in a county where the racism is at an all time high
where you can't love who you love
or be who you want to be
we cannot stand upon our high horse
and call ourselves the land of the free
and until we are that
we shouldn't be
we can't be
the land of the brave
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a healthy dose of an unhealthy mind
Poetrystrange jumbles of thoughts loosely translated into words, re-imagined to overshare on the internet
