America, Part 1

I am a kid. 
I am just a kid.
Who has done nothing wrong,
but is afraid for 
my life & the 
lives of the peolpe around me.
I am not normal.
No one is, but I 
am not a 
standard person in 
society. Sometimes I
get scared and I can't breathe. 
Other times, I 
can't focus on anything.
& even others...
I convince myself (somehow)
that I am not worth it. 
That I shouldn't be here.

Because America is telling me that. 
America, you are a little voice,
stuck inside my head,
telling me 
I do not &
will never belong in society
as I really am.
I really don't want to believe you,
but I feel like I
have no choice.  Because you are
"The Promise Land,"
"The Melting Pot,"
all that crap that you 
claim you are.

An apron does not
a waiter make.
A crown does not
a king make. You need
the skill to be
a waiter; you need
the skill to be
a king. So, 
for the nation's sake,
step up, 
America. 
Learn the skills you need,
or else the ground will
crack and crumble 
underneath our feet, 

I don't ask this for myself. 
 

IceGalaxy

VA

15 years old

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