America the Great
Land of the Free!
For you, not me!
12 hours in the sun but still not free.
Held back by the chains of oppression,
trying to break free.
Everyday is the same.
The same pain,
the same orders,
the same routine.
Countless beatings.
Both emotional and physical.
I'm silenced by my own status.
The boss man says"You workers are just a bunch of lazy people."
Well if we're lazy
then you do it yourself
MR.BOSSMAN.
This poem is about:
My community
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