America the great poetry slam
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Dear citizens, My heart swells with pride hearing the “National Anthem.” Living in a country without freedom is something I cannot fathom.
This nation is closing in The borders are suffocating The immigrants have to leave But, why? Isn't this the land of the free? These people just want to breathe. So open the gates
I am Jamaican American I do not put 'Jamaican' first because of heritage laws I do not put 'Jamaican' because I was born there (I was not)
Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes Or don’t shoot at all It’d be no surprise You see, to shoot you have to be brave And that’s hard to be when your T.V. hero’s already made
We pride ourselves on being safe but the only ones who can comfortably walk down the street are the ones crumbling the roads beneath the rest of us money being the only way of communication
America, land of the free. America, home of the brave. America, home of the immigrant. Change is seen as scary, terrifying,
America, once beautiful - When will you appear as the stories say? With your ragged past, were you ever great? Perhaps achieving ‘great again’ is not the way.
A once proud nation towering above its opposition In both the battles of science and national pride Finds half of itself screaming for a return to the past
Freedom, democracy, civil rights, and genocide. No matter what the war is fought for there is always a winning and losing side. War is a constant. It has never changed. But now to U.S. it is just a game.
poems for cash? poems to bash? land of the debt students who fret learn they say till one day you'll have sway teacher teacher land of the debt cheeks always wet
Don't fret. You've got 200 dollars to your name, loans Racking up interest left and right Where you are is stuck In the middle of Work harder, but you can never Work hard enough to stop
The land of the free, but am I free to be me? Can I walk safely late at night. or travel as I please? America will be blighted, when politicians are short-sighted.
Red, white, blue-the country in which I exist Never questioned or realizing that something is amiss.. Born to a culture that screams being patriotic since before I was a kid. Red
America the great,how is something so "great"something I hate.
America the Great. What a weighted statement. America is two. America the people. A wonderful blend of people from everywhere.
A flag is something that does not change. It does not conform to the needs of a country, nor to its people to help them. It is a cold, hard reminder that the world cares for no one as individuals. To the world, we are how much money we make and ho