Broken Promise

Maybe, just maybe

We might all be able to come together

Disregard race, religion, gender, age and social status

But something is stopping us..

Our country is called the UNITED States

Yet we act like we can’t come together

Even with mutual feelings and purposes

Physically it’s a problem with a person

But mentally we connect

What is the real issue?

This poem is about: 
My community

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