Once I had been enslaved,
To maintain a good credit rating.
And doing my best to keep,
Timely payments monthly kept.
Then one day a storm came and left.
Loosening a hold to allow peace,
Within me...
To let go of a smothering I chose.
Acknowledging,
I no longer had to prove my patriotism.
I was in debt so deep...
My being a true American no one could doubt.
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