United States of America
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In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue The Native Americans called this place home, but they were not free to continue on They were not free to stay where they had been
my father's eyes arered, white, and blue.third generation immigrant,he is proud of what he has done,of what this country's allowed him to become.
“America the Beautiful” is under siege. People destroying their own cities - through violence and ignorance - a horrific sight to see.
The cake is a lie The baker was owned; But not free; Unlike her co-workers for so many years Blood is in that cake Death is in that cake
As one we are Americans Individually we shape America We bleed red We feel blue And our white bones break under similar burdens
I am an African, an African taken from my homeland and brought into a place where I am known as being "inferior" Why was this happening? Do I not shed blood and cry as any other
A toll we hear, Beckoning us towards liberty A hope, Only dreamt of. Has it been realized?
United we stand, divided we fall Are we a melting pot of unity or a nation of individuality? Ask many today and the consensus runs that tolerance and acceptance Is our nation’s lasting values
Go ahead and say it a voice like a comet the moment at hand the glory of this land though growing up's tough you become strong enough to endure and push through inside the red, white and blue
BOOM! Goes the sound of a bus backfiring As it leaves a stop with no passengers Once again The bus driver silently laments to himself And hopes the boycott will be over.