America, Land of the Free.
More like Land of the Confused,
Proud of being changing
But so scared to accept the new
Sure we have improved,
But what can we really say,
When all we see is fighting
And can't seem to save the day
History says we were strong,
Songs say we were brave,
But is all of that still true?
Can we say we're still the same?
America, Land of the Wonderers.
How can we heal all the pain,
And stop they way we speak
So harshly to ones who feel the same
We can't keep letting ourselves feel weak
All people are so needed
We should see that by now
But all we're really focused on,
Is blame, fame, and all the wrong how
So focus on Future, and focus on Fair
Because in world without either,
well, who'd wanna live there?
This one is an old one that turns a bit Dr. Seuss at the end. Be nice she's sensitive.
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Some poems
PoésieThese are some poems I've written over the past few years in class and out of it. I don't think anyone will read these, so I'm only gonna upload them randomly when I feel like it. If anyone does read these, hope ya like em. If you feel inclined, p...
