Natural High.

Sometimes I'll trade these people for trees And gravel for dirt beneath my feet Trade standing in line for wading in ponds And give up conversations to listen to bird songs. I can hear the movement of the unknown in the distance. The stars here glow a little different, With more purpose.

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American Dream

Red is the blood that drips from tortured black bodies and their tormented souls. White is the privelage and peaceful state of mind. Blue collar workers discovered power they're not all responsible enough for.  This is the American flag I've pledged my allegiance to all these years. "They call it the American Dream because you … Continue reading American Dream