You Call Us A People United

America----

You call us a People United.

You proudly call yourself a 'Melting Pot'

Although that may be true, you fool yourself by the own lies you tell.

We are divided.

Divided by the color of our skin.

Divided by the way we speak your language.

Divided by the boundries that your society enacts. 

How of't is a man of color percieved as something less?

How of't is one of porcelain skin looked upon as something greater?

Some People United we are....

This poem is about: 
My country

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