This is my country
What do I have
Not what I thought or want
Not what I had or thought I had
Not what it was supposed to be
Not what it seemed it was going to be
What is this that reflects me not
That breaks my mirror - shows another face
The creators of country reflected me
When did their faces change
Leaving me - without
Hurt - Angry - Faceless - Powerless
Those the ruled now rule.
10/30/2013
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