American Dream

When I was four
Momma told me
To be anything,
To grow and spread my roots
And to love America
And its American Dream.

Now at sixteen
I hold on to a dream
That has become a memory of twelve years ago
As I hold on to the hands of
The colored
The religious
The gay
The queer
The disadvantaged
The women
The minority, like me.

 

American Dream

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