Miracles and the America DreamA Poem by NefeliMayDo you believe in miracles ? Inspired from my grandmother’s hills to the bottom of what the American Dream looks like. Miracles, *scoff. It’s like winning the lottery
of high hopes, the endless cycles pursuing happiness. Happiness seems to be
nothing more than paper; green and purple and blues of hue. Numbers that were
only created to place colors in place. From dirt brown pennies to bricks of
gold. Hidden behind steel bars in Private Banks, controlled by one people. Under
god. God. Painted in pictures to depict the people who makes us believe in miracles. To chase this dream, following the equation
that hard work, dedication and believing in the system will one day help us
escape from all the debt we are under.
To live in this world where from the second you are born, you owe. We tax life. We tax
death. We tax the living. Now how is that an
American Dream? © 2016 NefeliMay |
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Added on June 6, 2016 Last Updated on June 6, 2016 |