My American Dream…🇺🇸

A paid for vehicle, nothing brand new.

My legs….my feet….

They work well too.

That is my American dream.

Spaghetti stains on his face,

A belly that’s full,

Affording to read a book during school.

That is my American dream.

A door to lock at night,

A roof to cover my head,

Not having to use,

a cold bench for a bed.

That is my American dream.

To drink clean water with some ice,

Not having the worry of parasites….

That is my American dream.

To watch my baby sleep peacefully,

Without bombs detonating,

Gun war, surrounding me…

That is my American dream.

To feel a heart beat against my own,

Not having one doubt of his love shown,

“You have children? They’ll be mine to…

Or we can start something………

Something, brand new.”

That is my American dream.

To have neighbors who really care,

To encourage me socially,

Rather than, impair.

That is my American dream.

To write with no borders,

To use all of my grounds,

To impact with words,

Towards anyone around.

My dreams are not found through dirty paper bills,

For that falsified dream,

Does nothing,

But kill.

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