America of Mine
trial based illusion
sadistical delusion
drowned by confusion
lost by this worlds constitution
in a soaking pride
to be one of many that have died
or should have lied
by the time they hit the age of five
So here is a crime
written in time
from the beginning to end
this letter will blend
into a long mend
of colorless lines
and empty minds
here lies a poem where every line rhymes
Here is my nation
so stuck in segregation
that made them have emanation
and a glowing creation
Here is the United States representation
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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