America the Broken
Shoplifters allowed to just walk out of stores,
And suddenly it doesn’t feel like home anymore.
Racism spikes as politicians fight,
And still the law does nothing.
And still I sit wanting to do something,
But I am a nobody, a nothing.
All I am is just a fourteen year old with a dream,
For the air to be clear and the ocean clean.
Wishing people would get along
And society could move on.
But instead I sit, writing a free verse
About American the broken, and possibly cursed.
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