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America Is Picking On Me
I truly have a lot of friends
with great big hearts (I know)
From almost every walk in life
their love just seems to flow
They will not judge, or hold a grudge
they treat us all the same
All the woes our Country's in
they do think that's a shame
Trying to see a point of view
much different than my own
Those that claim they are oppressed
I see, but can't condone
The scenario played out below
is fictional based on life
Talked candidly with those who feel
it's source is all their strife
"Woe is me I don't feel free
my head is filled with hate
Brain washed since I was so young
am I trying to change to late?"
"Insults everywhere I go
the stares I sometimes get
Feel like they just ruined my day
It makes me so upset"
"Slighted (almost every store)
I feel all tense inside
Like someone somewhere I'm not sure
just drained away my pride"
"Really hurts to see all those
priviliged ones (they smile)
Seem so happy every day,
me? Once in a while"
"Try my best to overcome
but others say I'm wrong
Don't give in to anyone
you've fought to hard to long"
Pro Football players, Pro Cagers too
are they also priviliged ones
The Movie Stars, Pro Golfers plus
all proud of daughters and sons
Does that make it any better,
or you still crying foul?
All the "Pros", shop High-end stores
Do they look at you and scowl?
Pete Yuhas
Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2017
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