Dear mama,

I don’t understand how everything changes.All our friends have turned into strangersand we don't appreciate our neighborsThere is no pride in our labors,We just count the hours & get the paper.and destroying nature to build a houseJust to put animals in danger.people having sex with their spouse,There is no love making.because were living up to the American Dreams,no room to be ourselves when I was twelve they told me go tocollege and be a doctor.But now they tell me I have to be smarter?and when we get sad, we’re depressed.Come sit on this couch while I write a prescription causing your addiction, landing you on the street.You’re  an untouchable like the Indians,You can't even provide for your children,So you end up in prison.Thats the real American dream.