I am America
I am the American girl Starving myself so i can be in the magazines. I am the boy in a gang, I had no choice, but society will always look down on me.
I am a single mother with three kids and a job for each one.
I am the American Soldier fighting on the front lines fighting for the people, when a man in Florida burned some books, and caused three of my comrades to die.
I'm a Muslim woman spit on in the same streets of a country founded on religious freedom.
I am the high school student, shoulders heavy with the hopes and burdens of my parents.
I am the forgotten America