America

America

A Poem by Pensmoke Poems

Land of the free

Yet my blood isn't rich enough

Home of the brave

Yet everyone is scared of me

Be yourself

No, not like that

6'2, 360, 17, 0

Just a statistic

Under her cold gaze

Land of the free

Yet I'm trapped under the weight

Of 50 stars.

© 2018 Pensmoke Poems


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Added on August 13, 2016
Last Updated on March 22, 2018