Forgotten

Roaming In the hallways not quite belonging

 

Squeezing Into a space, where there was never place

 

I am not alone In this daily struggle

 

But just like me they were not meant to be

 

America The Great

 

I keep hearing

 

What that means I don’t understand

 

But like the entirety of all

 

Utterly built on lies

 

All I see Is the, packing of people Into early,

 

Neatly stacked coffins

 

I try to breath, but I feel as If I was drowning

 

Sentenced to die, Before my dawning

 

We're called by many, Indian not American

 

Today just distant legends in the history books of America

 

But tomorrow, just like all legends we'll just be merely,

 

Forgotten

All Hail: America The Great!

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

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