American Vision Poem by Ms. Anika Martinez

Determination to be, exactly, who he, made to be. They try to tell me who I am by rejecting my credit. They incarcerate us minorities. They label us non-black or African American.

Why to fit into their statistics? It all boils down to the currency current of the all mighty dollars.

They label the poor middle class, and the rich poor. Dismiss an overlook the poverty of the American minorities.

The elder should just bow down and wither way, because the disrespect that the nation shows them is worst then any death.

The children of this nation have no real understanding of what is expected of them. With all the inconsistency that they are face on, any given day.

With the help of media, and lets not forget, us parents who leave the raising to the schoolteacher, which are leading our children into a fog out of the Red Sea.

They have no guides just a two week paycheck that says “keep on screwing up the nations future, we will get with you sooner or never.”

Are society has ignore the down spiral that, we as a whole nation has find ourselves in.

Wake up!

Smell the depression and the turmoil in the air. We want survive, if we don’t come together for a common goal to survive, as the leading nation of hope.

Thank you America!