Just another soldier
serving in this war we call an American dream,
A husband and three kids
like a blanket with no seams,
a big diamond rock on my fist
like a couple that don't scream,
figments of reality mixed with experimentiality,
we ain't proud to be human,
so we have fantasies of what we'd rather be,
and with that being,
the American dream.
Sadly this world is based
on your face and the way we represent,
jobs configured by race, economical place, and accent,
pictures of blue eyes, blonde hair, fair skin,
is that all you see in an American?
**I don't know if this makes sense to anybody, just leave something in your comment if u want me to explain or whatever.**
