That's What I'm Fighting For Poem by Dorsey Baker

Baby I don't
Want no bittersweet
Give me peaches and cream
Baby I don't
Want no poverty
I want the American dream
Baby that's what I'm fighting for

Baby I don't
Want to be misunderstood
Baby I don't
Want to be misled
I want a bed for my back
A pillow for my head
Baby that's what I'm fighting for

food on my table
Gas in my tank
Money in the bank
Baby that what I'm fighting for

I want my freedom
Let me always be free
All in asking
Is just let me be me
Baby that is all
I'm fighting for!