This poem is for more of a slam poetry event. That's why the poem is in paragraph form.

My Proclamation

It’s true. I am an ordinary, white American female. I live in the suburbs of a town in New Jersey. To some that means I should talk like this, like you know and that I wouldn’t have an IQ over 92. Apparently, I am suppose to be superficial, judgmental and especially, egotistical. And everyday I wear short skirts, cute shoes, tight shirts. Wasting money on fake tans, fake nails, haircuts. Make-up. Drinking mocha lattes as I read the latest trashy magazine. Because supposedly all I care about is the Hollywood scene. Clearly. I am rich and covered in designer clothes and expensive jewelry. Charity is an obvious foreign word to me. If someone asked, I wouldn’t know where to find Africa on a map. I wouldn’t know AIDS was a leading factor in deaths around the world. Or that heart disease was number one. Oh, and I’m fat because McDonalds is less than a mile away from my house. I live in American, right? I’ve never heard of the word, polite. I’m not respectful, kind, or honest. I’m a hypocrite, a liberal, and a liar. Oh, and I’m a Pisces. Pro-choice is my motto since I’ll get pregnant at sixteen and need to have an abortion. Apparently, I’m always politically incorrect and take things way out of proportion. I also drive a brand-new Mercedes Benz. My top priority is hanging out with friends and making sure I always look good. Since all I care about specifically is my appearance. Yeah, MIS-CON-CEP-TION. See, I put my hand on my heart and I pledge to the allegiance (to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands: one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all,) because ultimately, I am proud of this country. I strive to make a difference. No matter how minuscule. I am intelligent, young, compassionate girl. Whoever these misinformed people see Americans as are the types they only glance at on the big screen. I am not your stereotypical teen. I know Africa is a continent and not a country. I particularly don’t like the taste of coffee. I am an average middle-class citizen. A Christian. I come from a nuclear family. Parents still happily married. One older brother who takes care of me. Yes, ordinary in a sense. But, I attempt to achieve extraordinary things.