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Someday



Someday I will be able
To march down the streets
With my flag flying high

Someday I can walk down the
Isle in my
Perfect gown

Someday I won’t awake at night
Screaming and crying
From nightmares

Someday I won’t get yelled
At and spit on while
Being called an
Abomination

Someday may never come
So until it does
I will just
Hang myself in my
“Little closet”
With the American flag

So you can see
What this so called
Democracy
Has done to
Me




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mlpg4issocool said...
May 19 at 8:36 pm:
Wow his was really food But what is it really like
 
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nonelse said...
Jan. 10, 2009 at 12:20 pm:
this poem is so filled with emotion, and feeling, and..just wow, its so good!
 
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