AmericaA Poem by Pensmoke Poems
Land of the free
Yet my blood isn't rich enough Home of the brave Yet everyone is scared of me Be yourself No, not like that 6'2, 360, 17, 0 Just a statistic Under her cold gaze Land of the free Yet I'm trapped under the weight Of 50 stars. © 2018 Pensmoke Poems |
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Added on August 13, 2016 Last Updated on March 22, 2018 |