The American Dream
I sit in a cream coloured class-room
With red and blonde dye in my hair
I look up at the red blow, and white blowing
Not believing that I am here
The past five years seem like a blur
In the memory of my former life
The thoughts blow strongly in the wind
Like a kite on a rocky night
The American Dream
Is real to me
It could possibly be what I become
I don't steal, or cheat
I work hard on my feet
From the Green, Gold, and Black I have sprung
I slowly stride in steps
Above some citizens of this place
They don't find it fit
To use the s**t
That the Good Lord has blessed with his grace
Liberty, Pursuit of Happiness, Freedom and Security shall all set me free
As I listen to this Caucasian American teach me Literature
College Literature
She sits on a stool and talks about Shakespeare and get's my mind stimulated
I listen to everyword
I soak it in
I am the incomplete American Dream
I will do all I can.
