Not So Lucky
My whole life I was told how lucky I am
To be born in this country led by Uncle Sam.
I am lucky that I am not starving or dying
But if I tell you I love it here, I’d be lying.
I was told to keep my head down as a child
A girl trying to speak is considered wild.
I am expected to bite my tongue and keep my mouth shut
The boys are always allowed to call me a slut.
I am forced to watch my friends of color walk in fear
Their oppression is grounds for a white man’s cheer.
America praises a man who has proven that he is a bigot
Racism is our biggest problem and he will never fix it.
Straight is the only sexual orientation that America allows
Now, my gay friends have become afraid to speak their vows.
Welcome to America, where education is not guaranteed
Where no money exists because of government greed.
Politicians and voters ignore poverty-stricken schools
Ignorance, preaching that those students will only amount to fools.
When I turn on the television, I see murder and crime
Yet, avid Americans praise our police system every time.
In America, we fight against one another
Remember when we called each other sister and brother?
Unity is a scarcity in our precious land
We’ve forgotten all the success we’d previously planned.
The Statue of Liberty used to be America’s freedom queen
Now, all anyone sees is a fictitious lady in green.
My whole life I was told how lucky I am
To be born in this country led by Uncle Sam.
I see my situation in a much different way
Because in America, everyone must pay.
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