.....A Poem by brianna vega
has life begun to mimic the economy we all face here?
stuck in a rut by the debt of our parents and im here misguided lost a product of statistic yeah they slapped a label on me made me feel a little less american where later i come to realive i was more naturalized now the worlds lost in space doesnt know any way to react with out a defense up first and weve been fighting for years me and some of my peers this protest on tvs been going on for years they can no longer ignore were screaming back with a roar god bless america god bless you too but dont believe everything you see on the news us regular folks back home we share news just like you politics and religion smoked with some fine weed and cigarettes © 2011 brianna vega |
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2 Reviews Added on October 13, 2011 Last Updated on October 13, 2011 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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