Fuck America, It's Wack Anyway.

Fuck America, with this place that I call home,

to the place that is practically a huge giant dome,

to this place that all they do is moan 

about the problems of this state, 

of this country,

and they don't do anything except try to mate

causing more kids to be put into the foster care

and none to be adopted.

Fuck America, where having a gun at school is legal,

but being black ain't,

where you gotta watch your every move

like you are the enemy of the state

and all they do is just use you for bait

like, what the fuck, America, 

what is your deal with all this hate

we can't even heal from what has happened

from the time of the slaves to now, 

it hasn't even been 100 years since the civil rights,

and you still want to cause problems

like a shitty fight

that people go see when they are bored,

we are the laughing stock of this world,

and you, America, is the reason for that,

the racism and sexism and homophobia and no rights

for people that are as human as the next,

and yet, you prioritize guns over the safety of our own 

next

generation.

 

So America, fuck you, you're wack anyway. 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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