The American Dream

The American Dream

The American dream soon transformed into a nightmare.

The racial encounters resulted in a scare.

But that was only the beginning,

The passing of our father made us feel alone as if the entire world was grinning.

But my mother did not lose hope of the American dream,

Carrying 4 children on her back, we were her team.

Inheriting our father’s will to nurture younger generations

She began to work exceeding all expectations.

From working at home as a mother,

To putting food on the table as a father.

She grew her bud of hope into a reality,

Where we would not be judged by our race but by our morality.

 Eventually we awoke from the nightmare and we too, began to live the American dream.

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