The three colors of America

Red, White, and Blue. Such beautiful colors that wave high above,

Lately though all I see is Black, White, and Brown.

Funny how three colors can unite us, funny how they divide us.

We don’t need to build a wall as there’s already one between us,

Not a physical structure as much as it is a social structure that has been broken for years.

It’s two parties that divide us,

It’s Gender, sexuality, race, wealth, religion. All of our differences divide and conquer us.

Our lives are dominated by these differences, one person's right and one person is wrong.

I’m so sick of hearing about how we’re different, how we’re unequal.

Everyone is unequal in one way or another,

Maybe someone has it better, but not everything is better,

Change will come, and like all good things some patience is required,

This country was built on differences, and the ideas of equality but it wasn’t built in a day.

And though we may not be the same color, we are the same race.

The human race.

And though we may not be the same religion, we are the same people,

The American people. The brave and the free.

This poem is about: 
My country

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