The American Dream Poem by Jason Callender

The American Dream
it not meant for you and me
meaning the minority
so everything is not as it seems
poverty and distress
stress from no progress
and where we live the projects
its where we sell white
all night just to survive
to get money to buy food to stay alive
while these police try to take our lives
send us to hell
or send us to jail
the two choices and they wont fail
tell me why
i have to see miss Audrey, aunt Backy cry
when they heard their child died
they certainly tried
but where we live and survive trying to stay alive