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Trump's America
I live in a world where it is better to be white than it is to be black,
And a city that condones putting babies in cages.
I want to cry, and tell everyone not to look away.
I want to scream until my throat is full of blood, force them to look at what they've done
They will support babies in cages, and black men being shot,
because they looked like the suspect.
But once they can no longer get haircuts, or go to church,
They say that they are imprisoned, They riot.
If black people were to protest they would be met with rubber bullets and mace,
But white people are met with kind police and an occasional disapproving face.
I live in a world where Mexicans like me are seen as lazy, and uneducated,
And told that I am illegal, even though I was born right here.
I am spit on, and called a wetback.
This is not my world, nor my society.
I do not belong in this fucking place, filled with hate.
And a city that condones putting babies in cages.
I want to cry, and tell everyone not to look away.
I want to scream until my throat is full of blood, force them to look at what they've done
They will support babies in cages, and black men being shot,
because they looked like the suspect.
But once they can no longer get haircuts, or go to church,
They say that they are imprisoned, They riot.
If black people were to protest they would be met with rubber bullets and mace,
But white people are met with kind police and an occasional disapproving face.
I live in a world where Mexicans like me are seen as lazy, and uneducated,
And told that I am illegal, even though I was born right here.
I am spit on, and called a wetback.
This is not my world, nor my society.
I do not belong in this fucking place, filled with hate.
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