Friday, December 18, 2015

I am American


I am American.

The room wafts of perfume as I walk in the door
With my name brand apparel and American Swagger.
A cold aura hangs about me because of American greed instilled
In me from our American culture.  I like to Puff, puff,
Pass, at the 420 club… and beyond.

My mind needs to be numbed sometimes because

I am American.

I have been Abandoned,
and loved, and kissed, and Fucked,
And Beat, and knocked out-twice, and cut,
And drugged and raped,
But not all at once;
And not shot…YET.  But maybe I’ll catch a stray someday because

I am American.

I like weapons and movies
And beer but not Budweiser
…it sucks.
I believe I am ugly as sin
And have been told this
On more than one occasion
Which served as a confOrmation
Of my beliefs. . . But I don’t care.
Because it doesn’t matter because

I am American.

I hustle and live and like my freedom to choose
But find our kind of freedom has too many rules.
I love that my troops fight for me
But want them to come home because

I am American.

I sometimes to dance and Cruz and buy whatever and
I like to sit on the stoop
And
Feel the flow of the hood because

I am American.

I vote because I can.
I have a gas guzzling car
because

I am an American.  

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