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Chances


America, home of the free and opportunity

Where dreams are acquired

Black White Brown and Yellow make-up a community

Beauty is endlessly admired

There’s almost social equality for all

I will not die with an empty stomach

Education is guaranteed

Call Americans anything but banal

Thinking of our past makes us sick

Our land isn’t perfect but we’re getting there

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Jennifer Saldana

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