I hear you’re listening in on me.
How can that be?
I’m Just an American citizen.
I’m not a criminal.
I’m just an individual.
Trying to live the American dream,
So give me a break and go check out the neighbor down the street that screams Islam to his neighbors.
And just let me continue to dream, the free American dream.
By, the way, I know you heard that I need some cream for my morning coffee.
As you know the alarm goes off at seven.
I expect you not to be late.
For who knows the fate,
Of the post American dream.
America wakeup, they’re now getting into our morning coffee.
By, Patricia Kriegel-Kelley
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