The America That I Live In

the america that i live in doesn't require me to be in chains or present a certificate of my purchase when i walk alone

but are my chains really gone


am i not bound by the color of my skin

by the statistics

by expectations to be pregnant


and suffering from aids


are my father and brother not bound

by their high standard

to be slinging dope

to be a rapist


or thug


is my mother not bound

by society 

to have several crack babies

each fathered by a different and strange man


in the america that i live in

are my chains gone

are their chains gone


or are my chains

his chains

her chains






is this the america that i live in?


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country


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