I write to America, not to be turned away,
But to be heard by the man who sits
Watch destruction from his own work;
Stop watching and learn to listen to
That voice who cries broke, hungry, and cold
Every night and asking God to fix the mistakes
I write to America because I'm not a bimbo
Who takes no
I write America.
I laugh at America because people kill me,
When they complain about the
Influence of teens.
Sixteen and Pregnant
High school drop out
The thing that kills me is that the
Person who complains, post new episodes
Of Teen Mom.
You say you're helping Teens out.
Of course; showing teens that if you get pregnant,
That being on this show is an option.
I laugh America.
I dream America that one day,
Not just me, but half of the world
Don't have to worry about stepping outside,
Getting shot and killed because of the war.
You show our generation that violence is
An answer if you don't get your way.
You killed World Peace along with half
Of our ancestors because YOU
Couldn't have your way.
One day I dream, and today is that day.
I'm learning America through music,
TV, and icons that lust and drugs are the
I learn the new way of getting rid of stress:
Wake and bake
Things the government rape into
People brains to have them not
Worry about the fighting.
I learn stupid,
I learn it from America.
I focus America on my future.
I will be the role model of today.
I dream of my success that I will
Work hard for.
I learned from my mistakes and past
Experience that I can't let anyone
Hold me back.
I laugh at the people who tell me
I will never amount to anything in life.
I write America, to the man who sits
And does nothing to change America.
Speak the truth and say,
America changed me.