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We are America


We are America...

the land of the free, the home of the brave,

yet we stll have many crises pertaining to inequality, poverty, Geneaolgy, social class, economic wealth and generosity.

We are taught to strive for the best, take the test, exceed expectations and then we can take a vacation.

But please...

it's not as easy as it seems.

We constantly have to push back and try not to crack because we have been weakned, personality beaten...

by the words that are creeping through our brains, pondering if we should allow our blood to continue pulsing through our veins.

This is the time where we sould be protesting the treatment of honey bees,

not peoples basic human rights and who makes up our family tree.

We should be solving the problems pertaining to the greenhouse effect,

not killing people because of their sex.

We should be saving the animals,

not coming up with reasons to kill each other like cannibals.

Yes, we have good education, but what is education without collaboration

Yes, we have oppertunities, but what is the point of having oppertunities with divided communities.

Please, tell me the reason...

Why do we live in a beautiful nation with so much confusion?

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