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I remember when I was a boy
on a plane ride to the promised land the milk and cookies they gave me to eat while mommy she held onto my hand to calm my anxiety and help me to sleep as we arrived at our new destination I was home in my room watching television and I wanted to fly like Superman so with a towel wrapped around my shoulders from the dresser to the bed I would land my brothers were away at school that day they'd come home talking strange to each other as if they were from another planet and I was their adopted brother I was always careful when I went out to play cause the wolfman would chase and grab me by the hand he would hold me up and pin me to the wall so terrifying me that I could not stand and then one Christmas I got what I'd need a cowboy holster and six shooter was given to me I would take it to bed for protection from the things that were bad in the night but not even that gun could save me when the toilet was ten miles away so I pulled out my wienie and peed on the floor At the pizza shop to buy a can of coke I tapped on the counter to a rocking tune the Four Seasons singing Cherry on the radio I ordered in my mimicking curly of the stooges face "Give me a can of coke....and make it snappy" he mumbled some words and looked very hot so I grabbed my can lickety- split running out the door in fear of getting smoked American life American dreams Walking home from school one summer day I see the lights flashing where I stay an awful feeling quickly drains my sun I drop my books and start that frigid run up the stairs and in the door you wonder how when grownups tell you the kitchen is off limits now but you find your way to know what you can't see a baby born on kitchen table left a bloody mess for me One sunny day on my way to school I find white balloons on an empty lot I walk swiftly to school thinking I found a jackpot I hand them out to all of my classmates with their smiles telling me I did something great the teacher walks in and is soon red and upset she takes my balloons and all of the rest but her words are lost on us children these here toys they're made for grownup boys Out the bar a woman wildly swings right behind her two men catch and hold her by the chin they bend and push her in a car she fought knowing that day there would be scars the car took off to disappear like the wind American life American dreams At the local 5&10 to buy some new clothes there's a free raffle for a book I was told I get my ticket and hold it tightly with a wish I heard my number called and then was switched a little white boy was screaming with delight as mommy grabbed my hand and lead me out without a fight One hot summers day the Ricans let the water flow the lawmen come and make the air so cold a young one lifts his voice and mocks them all they turn to see who made the call they chase and beat him to the ground at 15 never again will we hear his sound A rumbles boiling and churning on the block policemen come to try and make a stop and one makes a statement loud and clear with my gun I really have no fear with a machine gun I can wipe them niggers out and then there would be no one left to shout but I think he was saying so in fun sometimes lawmen get away with some American life American dreams I remember when I was 17 at the DMV to take a written test immigration comes to make arrest I pull out my papers and show them what I got it seems they believed me or maybe it was shock on their way out they made it bad for some hey what's your name where you from George and Abe and John and Robert and Dr.King all lived up to the American dream and the immigrants oh how they built this great nation the work must go on we can't take a vacation I came here when I was a child I've felt the scorch of those that want and seen the deeds of the malevolent some on the road to learning where I'm from but I will never bend this is where I plant my seed I am American and America is where I choose to be American life American dreams
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