Who Are You?!
I am furious!
Who do you think you are asking me "who are you?"
Who am I? Must you ask?
Like so many before you who didn't make
I refuse to sit and do nothing to help us
So I wake at dawn and go to school thinking the entire time that I don't want to be you!
You know who you are:
The politicians, the drug dealers, the business owners, the crack heads and winos, or the
raciest presidents to name a few:
All people who give my name shame.
If you didn't know it hurts me more than it hurts you
Because I am suppose to be just like you
I'm not suppose to go to college and get a degree
or get a job so I can be free.
Have you ever thought about that?
We live in the land of the free however; nothing you want to be is free.
When you eat, drink, fight, cry, drive, and survive
You pay taxes that i eventually pay.
It is because you are a wino, alcoholic, business owner, and or president
You are me.
And I am the America that the rest of the world doesn’t not see.
And might I ask who are you again?
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