We live in the same America yet live different lives.
It's supposed to be equality for all.
However, the all part hasn't seemed to kick in yet for a few.
In your America we are all one.
In my America that be further from truth.
In your America the system is just.
I my America the system does not us.
In your America all lives matter.
In my America mine does not.
The writing's has been wall.
You choose to call it art.
This how I can be your next door neighbor but still be wolds apart.
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