An F*** You letter to America. 
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Dear America,
You are beautiful but bought.
You are not forbidden land.
You are given land.
Taken land.
So you started off wrong.
Bought lot by lot.
Instead of given much thought.
Dear America,
You have no rights.
Your only right is the one to fight.
A war of many wars.
Within a nation.
No unification.
Division in multiplication. 
A tough situation.
A crusade of temptation with no real emulation.

Dear America,
All business no pleasure.
The American Dream.
Haha.
Not a dream to me.
An illusionary fantasy.
I’d rather meet my imagination’s fantasy.
Greet.
Cuz in America, you'll be dead at your feet.
Trying to complete a completion that has no destiny.
America.
You are a fantasy.
I’m lookin for realness to gratify me. 
Farewell for now.
You were like a friend I never wanted.
One that was taunted.
And yes of course, still I love you.
With all due respect, I’ve surpassed you.
Moving on to common ground.
You are blinding us from being found.
Dear America,
Remove your vail. Show us you have failed.
And in that breaking, you are creatively making.
You have potential to be.
This I see.

I don’t want to be a part of a potential system. 
I’m working on systems that systematically take away the cyst.
Dear America,
You need an assist.
I need you to tear down your wall and let the Universe in.
Dear America,
I need you to go to outter space.
Reflect, look deeper than your face.
Such a pretty face.
But wait.
A dream and a hope so fake.
Dear America,
I need you more awake. 
I need you to call upon that stake.
Dear America,
There’s more in store for you, it’s tearing down your picket white fences and your gates.
Dear America,
You’re falling.
I have compassion, but you’re slacking.
No substantial substance.
You're lacking. 

Dear America,
You’re blinded by your own, you see.
From Pacific to Atlantic, you’re still in a panic.
You should’ve known from the start,
You wanted everything to own.
And still you're selfish.
You rape lands of their golden gems. Not given up anything.
Youre empty.
Dear America,
Clean on the outside, filthy on the in.
Dear America,
I wish you the best.

You said it best:
Home of the Slave, land of the “free”. 
Love is the only thing for free.
You’re animosity is getting mighty costly.
America, you’re not for me.

Dear America.

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