I was told

I was told to learn the hidden vernacular of shame.

Deep down I knew who I was, 

But not the others.

I was told that just because I am a citizen

It does not make me an American.

 

But it was never spoken.

 

I was taught from the history books that spoke of happy endings,

But when the day came to it

We were in the same place we began.

 

I don't understand.

I live in a place that prides itself in freedom

Yet the nation stays chained to the past.

 

It's not the country

It's we the people.

 

WE THE PEOPLE

It's hard to understand the meaning.

 

There was a time.

We were united

Yet we continue

To be divided.

 

We are the citizens

Of the shadows.

We scorch

In the sun.

 

We're fine.

We're proud.

We're pleased.

We're guilty.

We're sorry.

 

Nobody says the words untold.

This poem is about: 
My country

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