The Real America

All my life, I have wanted to come to America

“The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave”

Growing up in a place, such as Africa, life is awful

People get murdered

People get raped

People get kidnapped

People hurt people for no apparent reasons

So I came to America thinking life will be great

I will have freedom

I will get to do what I want, when I want

But None of this happened

I was discriminated for everything

My skin color

My hair

My clothes

My religion

My everything

I have lived in America for about 2 years now

Life isn’t any better than it was in Africa

I can’t do anything I want

I have no money

I have no job

I have no home

I have no friends

I have no family

I thought America was going to be great

I thought America was going to be home

America is not home

America is far from home

I walk down the streets

Desperately, trying to find something to eat

I have witnessed things, no one should ever witness in their life time

I have seen people get stabbed to death

I have seen people get robbed, and shot in the head

I have seen people kidnap little children

As they scream for their mommies and their daddies

I have seen girls get raped

I have seen everything

I stand there acting like I didn’t see anything, because I fear for my life

I know how these girls feel

I have been raped

The first time I saw someone get murdered

The man, who killed the innocent man

Brought over his gang and they all raped me and told me not to tell

Or I would get something worse the next time

But what could be worse?

I am living in America, anything can happen

I am living in America the land of opportunity

The opportunity to rape

The opportunity to kill

The opportunity to kidnap

The opportunity to do anything and everything bad

I live in America

“The land of the Fearful and the home of the Suffering”