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The American Dream


Working to support ourselves

living in safe neighborhoods 

fighting to protect our rights 

there's no way a dystopian society

shines bright 

while all we do is cuss and fuss

let this be a warning 

to both of us 

This isn't what we call the American Dream 

by now I'm sure they muffled the sound 

of our screams 

Slavery isn't the act of liberation

but it's enactment of dominance 

for something damn prominent 

will be what we consider our emancipation 

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Jerard Cook

I’m 32 years old and have been Writing for the longest time

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