Dreaming of American Pie |
by Trina Williams-Emigh |
I was hoping to blend in You know.....with the American dream Instead of standing on the outside, Just an echo of a scream I've shuffled I've yes'umed And I've plowed I've marched I've fought And I've bowed I've knowledge to spare Strength to share Yet all America has been to me, is unfair Shiny white faces.....spitting in my eye Guaranteeing that for that American dream, I don't even try |