American Boy's Dream
Each day we struggle to survive
Each night I hear the vioce outside
my window struggle to eat
I am born from a country that
expects perfection
But discards anyone who doesn't fit
that profile
Even though I love my country I
wish we as a people could lose this
sense of perfection
Because I know that we can not
ever become absoultly perfect
I am a boy that knows that I am far
from perfection, but this is my
dream
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