Some Work To Do

Just imagine the size of who we are

From all of the stripes to every single last star.

People don't realize how far America has actually come.

But people need to start realizing all of the work that needs to be done.

I see a lot of hatred from all over the world to even on my street

But that still doesn't stop me from giving the homeless something to eat.

I was raised in a generation where it comes down to the color of your skin

But nobody realizes that skin color or pigment doesn't mean they have sinned.

Nobody wants to stand up for the blacks or the Islamists or the minority

Being white doesn't mean you have all the authority

I respect everyone who's American, white, black, brown and you should too

Because we are all what makes America great, but yes, America has some work to do.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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