![]() America, The Land of FreeA Poem by AnonymousAmerica, The Land of Free
America, the land of free… free what? Obama Phone, food deserts, fighting wars… You heard she stole your tax with her food stamps - I heard you stole her predecessors to bring them to a stolen land. America - the United States of oppresson. America… amazing grace with which you shove my citizenship status in my face but hey, at least I chose to be a semi-human voluntarily, so why complain, in this oppressive maze I am the privileged one, yes. Right. maybe not the one to vote, or have a job, But sell my body parts to pay you for the holes you’re drilling in my brain, my pockets, my damaged health, anxiety, depression, and your rockets, so you can victimize my brothers... Digging wells, searching for change in my pockets and in your face, you look at me the way one looks at their ex with lack of love but lust for sex your freedom’s tightening my chest. ugly star bucks squeeze last drops of dignity I wish you’d just break up with me. America, the land of free. © 2017 AnonymousFeatured Review
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