American, yet we still judge!!!

We are America,
Home of the free.
Land of the brave,
Or suppose to be !!
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Then why are we judged,
By the color of our skin?
What we have or don’t have,
Or the houses we live in!!
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There are some to rich,
There are some too poor?
Why can’t we help each other,
I’m really not sure.
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We’re the land of opportunity,
At least that’s what they say.
But jobs are hard to find,
They’ve all been taken away.
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We are judged,
By the shape that we’re in.
Some are too fat,
Some are too thin.
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They say we are equal here,
But that’s something I don’t see.
Yes we’re the Land of the brave,
The home of the free.
~Collette~
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