Poems from jgozzola
To You
painting the picture of my past
you were like my idol, a God to be set on a pedestal
that love no longer resides in my heart but...
America
Born in America but not rise.
Belong in America but feel unwelcome.
Die in America home of the brave but is it really home of...
America
Born in America but not rise.
Belong in America but feel unwelcome.
Die in America home of the brave but is it really home of...