America the Great Scholarship Slam
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United States
The only place
I have ever lived
Since birth.
United States
It has its ways
Of being the best
Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes
Or don’t shoot at all
It’d be no surprise
You see, to shoot you have to be brave
And that’s hard to be when your T.V. hero’s already made
We pride ourselves on being safe
but the only ones who can comfortably
walk down the street
are the ones crumbling the roads beneath
the rest of us
money being the only way of communication
America is individual./ America is proud./ America the great,/ With its president is loud./ We couldn’t stand for socialism,/ We couldn’t stand for lies,/ We accepted fascist rhetoric,/ And some would call it our demise./ To push the world away,
six feet under
damn what a bummer
all because
of
their skin
what was the color?
black
in america, is this even a surprise
America
The beautiful,
Broken promise.
Inscribed forever on
A plaque more cracked
Than the Bell:
From gentle hills to savanna-like plains,
From carved out crevasses to extending mountain ranges,
From ageless forest to expanding ocean blues,
America, land of the free.
America, home of the brave.
America, home of the immigrant.
Change is seen as scary, terrifying,
“America, America! God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood”
From the mouths of babes these words are uttered
But how can they possibly be true?
No need for a drug,
No need for a pill,
All of America just needs to chill.
We riot and clash,
Creating backlash.
We just keep fighting,
poems for cash?
poems to bash?
land of the debt
students who fret
learn they say
till one day
you'll have sway
teacher teacher
land of the debt
cheeks always wet
I have a weapon of mass destruction
A weapon that has many left shaken down to the last hair on their body
I am the danger and I am the fear to those who are fearing, I oughta feel cocky
Oh, say can you see,In the dimming blue light,What used to be hailed,As freedom's great ringing? Our sons and our daughters,Have put up a fight,To gain back what we've lost,This country is bleeding. But hope is still there,It gleams in the air,Let
1776 - A date to remember,Joyous crowds and songs sounded,Like no other,With the last glowing ember,From a fire that will never be smothered.
As I walk down these striped roads,
I can see and hear so much.
I've been down them so many times that
I've memorized where the cracks and divides are.
Tires screeching,
Weeds growing,
An unsettling unrest in a country known for peace.
Manslaughter but not if the cop was confronting someone of color.
An old tune, long forgotten
Deep with metaphors of home
Buried in a humble longing
With history to uphold
Do we ever find home?
Oh, the farther we roam,
Does true home yet escape us?
Rising and falling
History on repeat
Bombs and endless wars
We all must always compete
Fighting to the death
Living to the brink
Fathers holding guns
Mothers burying sons
In the last light of dusk
A bright flame sprouts
From the center of the flag
That represents a united country
Old glory now represents a dying idea
The one of unity
I'm one hundred percent sure all odds are agaisnt me
It's represented by what I find when I walk down the street
Poor families of 17, making 20k a year hardly enough money to eat
They say we have a chance in this country
Red, white, blue-the country in which I exist
Never questioned or realizing that something is amiss..
Born to a culture that screams being patriotic since before I was a kid.
Red
How can we say
we live in the land of the free
while the homes of the brave
are being taken away
How can we ignore
the illness and poverty
suffered so immensely
In these Disunited States
We're always concerned with such petty things as
Left or right
Black or white
This or that
You would think
with our smartphones
self-driving cars
million dollar condos
“We’ve done it, gentleman.
We have reached the peak of our existence.”
Meanwhile in America,
children are dying
Freedom ringing through the hills.
Safety and security is the feeling that we share.
Waving to my father as he leaves to protect us.
Though all of our hardships, the flag proudly waves.
I am going to be blunt
Police are murdering black kids
Poor considered less than the 5%
Politicians are lying
President won't say a word about black boys dying
They passing anti-gay laws
