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Langston, I too, sing America
abject poverty
was an issue read about in Time magazine
in a third world country that seemed so far
away so long ago
but today I feel those wretched words are
close to me
abject poverty
They rest upon my back a weight that I was not
prepared to bare
Tears I shed I keep in an old jelly jar because something
is telling me soon I will not be able to cry no more
soon I will not be able to feel no more
soon I will be no more
As my soul becomes bankrupt
My spirit hangs her head in despair
As I decide food for my children or a roof over our heads
I wonder if Langston would still write
"I too, sing America"
cause trying to sing america is rough on me
I too, sing America does not include the American dream
America tells me I should be ashamed of comparing my
life to those in a third world country
When I live in the richest land...
Yet the looks on my children's faces from hunger
tells me I've been dealt the same hand
So I cry I too, sing america so why have they left me behind
rise for work
put in my time
end my day
still on the grind
hustling to put clothes on my children's backs
So I write I too, sing America can't you see or
have I become faceless just another victim of poverty
America what am I too you
Do you even care
I do
because I too,
am America
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"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance as if nobody's watching"-Satchel Page
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