America

When you think of America

We want you to think

Proud

Brave

Kind

 

When I think of America

I only think of

Greed

Arrogance

Spite

 

When I walk through the streets

I want to see

A mother

A father

Love

 

When I walk through the streets

I see nothing but

Poverty

Hatred

Blood

 

America needs a change

From its'

Lies

Crimes

Sins

 

America needs to be great

Not for itself but for its'

Environment

People Citizens

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country

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