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Today is the worst day. I knew it would be. My last goodbye to you Was yesterday And I look back To see what I missed A call, a text, a post Should I have Called you, texted, replied?
Paradoxical timeline, however, It’s not a dream
We didn't start the fire,  That's what they say. And each generation, Must suffer and pay.    Don't ruin the country,  I love or behold!  Ruin, decay, destruction...
Never will I waver,  From love of this land,  Never will I fail,  To stay and stand,    Shouting with a great voice unto all:  "This land, God's joy! Justice for all." 
A fallen flag can't stop me from falling for you.Even after all the discrimination and racism I still find myself proud to be called an American.
If America was a person She would tell us many things We are not deserving of what this counrty brings black,white,copper skinned It is land, a land with laws She would ask why we argue
I was made in America. My grandfather is a veteran. My father black. My mother white. I am from a bloodline of freedom fighters. I was packaged,
This country is my home but what it stands for I don't always agree with   I don't like what happened to Mike Brown's case or how they handled anyone who hates that race  
Oh, say, can you see the tears on my face as I watch my country burn in the dawn’s early light?   As people filled with malicious pride
“Psst! Psst! Have you heard? He has just bought a new car. And his wife, she is so beautiful! How did he manage that? He must have visited the witchdoctor.”
I am America, and I am the greatest country on Earth I take pride in my journey, destined for power since birth Like a mosaic, I am made of many stones and pieces Together as one, the American spirit never ceases
Clenched fists, Immoveable jaw,
Violating laws Upsetting  age-old customs Freedom calls   Tyrants shake with rage Demanding death or capture A life in exile   But we must prosper This for our children’s children
I was born in Maoming to the sounds of sirens and in the midst of yellow smoke, I’d imagine.   I was blessed. I could have died nine minutes into my life. Or before I took in my first polluted breath.
A boy A Patriot A boy loves A Patriot A boy finds himself A Patriot A boy loves his country A Patriot A boy lives for his neighbors A Patriot
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