This is America
A country that is divided between peace and hate
A country where if you are black
You get shot and killed without any grace
A place where my color skin matters
Because my color skin is what defines me as a wet back criminal
Or so you say
A person who came to the United States
To steal your job
Because you were to lazy to work under the 150 degree sun
This is America
A country where you work from nine to five to bring your daily bread
You work work work like a slave
You go to collage to earn a debt
Then shove your diploma under your bed
You wake up every morning tired lonely and then go to bed feeling more stressed and depressed than yesterday
They talk about freedom of speech
But what happens when you say something they don't want to hear ?
They claim to be the "land of the free"
But discrimination arises when you come out as gay
This is America
Where the government tells you what you should and should not do
And the system
We all know it's broken and blue
Slavery and human trafficking arent on the news
And these politicians are nothing but liars too
This is the American dream
And not all men are created equal and that is despicable to me
Therefore this is not the land of the free
This is America
Where their is a higher rate of poverty than peace
They find any way to take away your rights
We have a voice but to a certain point
This is America
A living pandemic
Like covid nineteenth took away my mother And her pre existing conditions don't justify her death
Because I feel this pain every single f*cking day
And yet
I love America
Because I know no other country no other state no other place
This is America
A country where it's ok to carry guns
But it's not okay to be Hispanic
Go church
And be gay
I once told my partner
If I ever die in America
Lay me to rest besides my mother's grave
Because my heart is divided between America and the country that I was made
This is the american dream
And my color skin does not justify who I'am Because my blood is the same color
That runs through your veins
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This is America
A country that is divided between peace and hate
A country where if you are black
You get shot and killed without any grace
A place where my color skin matters
Because my color skin is what defines me as a wet back criminal
Or so you say
A person who came to the United States
To steal your job
Because you were to lazy to work under the 150 degree sun
This is America
A country where you work from nine to five to bring your daily bread
You work work work like a slave
You go to collage to earn a debt
Then shove your diploma under your bed
You wake up every morning tired lonely and then go to bed feeling more stressed and depressed than yesterday
They talk about freedom of speech
But what happens when you say something they don't want to hear ?
They claim to be the "land of the free"
But discrimination arises when you come out as gay
This is America
Where the government tells you what you should and should not do
And the system
We all know it's broken and blue
Slavery and human trafficking arent on the news
And these politicians are nothing but liars too
This is the American dream
And not all men are created equal and that is despicable to me
Therefore this is not the land of the free
This is America
Where their is a higher rate of poverty than peace
They find any way to take away your rights
We have a voice but to a certain point
This is America
A living pandemic
Like covid nineteenth took away my mother And her pre existing conditions don't justify her death
Because I feel this pain every single f*cking day
And yet
I love America
Because I know no other country no other state no other place
This is America
A country where it's ok to carry guns
But it's not okay to be Hispanic
Go church
And be gay
I once told my partner
If I ever die in America
Lay me to rest besides my mother's grave
Because my heart is divided between America and the country that I was made
This is the american dream
And my color skin does not justify who I'am Because my blood is the same color
That runs through your veins
A country that is divided between peace and hate
A country where if you are black
You get shot and killed without any grace
A place where my color skin matters
Because my color skin is what defines me as a wet back criminal
Or so you say
A person who came to the United States
To steal your job
Because you were to lazy to work under the 150 degree sun
This is America
A country where you work from nine to five to bring your daily bread
You work work work like a slave
You go to collage to earn a debt
Then shove your diploma under your bed
You wake up every morning tired lonely and then go to bed feeling more stressed and depressed than yesterday
They talk about freedom of speech
But what happens when you say something they don't want to hear ?
They claim to be the "land of the free"
But discrimination arises when you come out as gay
This is America
Where the government tells you what you should and should not do
And the system
We all know it's broken and blue
Slavery and human trafficking arent on the news
And these politicians are nothing but liars too
This is the American dream
And not all men are created equal and that is despicable to me
Therefore this is not the land of the free
This is America
Where their is a higher rate of poverty than peace
They find any way to take away your rights
We have a voice but to a certain point
This is America
A living pandemic
Like covid nineteenth took away my mother And her pre existing conditions don't justify her death
Because I feel this pain every single f*cking day
And yet
I love America
Because I know no other country no other state no other place
This is America
A country where it's ok to carry guns
But it's not okay to be Hispanic
Go church
And be gay
I once told my partner
If I ever die in America
Lay me to rest besides my mother's grave
Because my heart is divided between America and the country that I was made
This is the american dream
And my color skin does not justify who I'am Because my blood is the same color
That runs through your veins
Writer: Mary Ortega Ledesma
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