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Mohamud Ali Poem
as wars are waged in our homelands we sit out here gettin education for our
own future,
thinkin of ourselves, we forget about the whole purpose of our mission to
America,
we capture the American culture and forget our own,
we show gang signs and skip school instead of learning what we came to learn,
we act as if this was our own country, when we know we’ve only been here for
few years,
we act as if we know everything and don’t need school, when school was the
whole reason for being here,
we start fights at school, when part of the reason we were here was to get out of
violence,
we get on welfare and cheat the system instead of gettin a job,
we leave home telling parents we’re going to be doctors and get to school acting
gangsters,
we talk about making differences in other’s lives when we’re the ones that need
to change first,
we say we are discriminated against, knowing that it’s our own people
discriminating against us,
we watch our people suffer in our homeland on television and shed a little bit of
tears to make ourselves feel better and talk about different subject as soon as
it’s over,
we are cared for, more than we care about ourselves and each other,
when something occurs in a country where we benefit from, we focus on that
country till everything is situated,
but if it occurs in our homeland where no benefit comes from, we turn our cheeks
and ignore it as if it never happened,
we are convinced to believe what we see on television,
we talk about freedom, opportunity, and justice but really when the number one
thing that matters the most is money,
money is not only used but also worshiped due to the fact that you can buy out
laws,
how could there be an equal opportunity when only the rich get richer off the poor
and the poor are left to survive on what they can and then thrown in jail for trying
to stay alive,
we watch the news to only see the negativity of our surroundings,
we talk about the future of our next generations but disrespect them about their
knowledge,
we call our country “United States of America,” while we terrorize one another,
where is the unity in that?
how can we unite when we think so far apart?
how can we make a difference without changing oneself?
what makes us who were are, also makes us an enemy,
who do you think is “we” when I say we
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Mohamud Ali Poem
having a family back home is not easy,
especially when you can’t go home if you plan on coming back,
moving away from family and friends you’ve born with is not simple,
as lifeless fools wage wars to waste civilian’s lives,
as you relax in America, you wonder what if you were there? where would you
be? and what would you be doing?
would you be waging wars too?
every day you think about whether your family still alive or not
not that you don’t keep track, but the fear of losing them without knowing what
happened?
its always too long to be a way from a family no matter who your family is,
away from family is distressing,
without family how can you survive?
all of our daily lives include seeing our family
so how can you see them if they’re thousands of miles away and stuck in the
country that you thought was going to help you get ahead
now tell me do you have a family?
then tell me is eight years too long to be away from a family
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