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Wed, 04/19/2017 - 23:32 -- Treal34

America is the land of the free
Except for the people like me
I worry every day about the crips and the bloods
Police barely help out cause they don't really show love

Livin in hood is like livin in the wild
Animals bound to get locked up as an adult or a child
I know so many people who went to ptison or are in jail
I see so many people get away from the green they inhale

There's so many ways people try to bring us down
But everybody love us when we act like clowns
People think I'm cool cause I'm black
And I like it cause I'm not whack

Nowadays all i hear is I can't believe Trump won the election
That put the country in depression
People scared that he has no love and affection
Everyday he will keep the people guessin

It's a little scary to live in the U.S
But we find joy everytime we in some new mess

This poem is about: 
My country

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