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I look at you and your **** American family, I wish I could wave a flag and mindless believe for just a moment. Today and tomorrow and all the days before, I'll wait with the ghosts of the civil war. I can tell you your history-- founding fathers to your own but what does that matter when my very own dad left me alone. Pop culture don't matter, they say with a huff, but that's all they talk about these days enough is enough. Culture culture culture, that's all I am good for it overpowers all that I am like the world after rain. Today and all days, I am torn between passion and blood. You can laugh and smile, but my minor school book awards, give me reason sometimes. It's just the way I was raised. I hate the idea of you and your perfect American family. Yet how can I love something so foreign, so far from myself?
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Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 10:23 PM UTC
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I look at you and your **** American family, I wish I could wave a flag and mindless believe for just a moment. Today and tomorrow and all the days before, I'll wait with the ghosts of the civil war. I can tell you your history-- founding fathers to your own but what does that matter when my very own dad left me alone. Pop culture don't matter, they say with a huff, but that's all they talk about these days enough is enough. Culture culture culture, that's all I am good for it overpowers all that I am like the world after rain. Today and all days, I am torn between passion and blood. You can laugh and smile, but my minor school book awards, give me reason sometimes. It's just the way I was raised. I hate the idea of you and your perfect American family. Yet how can I love something so foreign, so far from myself?
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Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 10:23 PM UTC
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