Forgotten PrideI am an American citizen. I was taught in the public system, until rejected in my sophomore year for sleeping in class. While managing to earn a real diploma, I was never accepted as part of the community that failed to raise me.
I remember my grandparents at 4th of July's past. The fireworks, food, music, and stars and stripes waving on every home. Today, though there are a few, it is far less than it has ever been.
Jobless with unemployment. Unable to purchase food. No dream of affording fireworks, and useless to dream of them due to my apartment not allowing fireworks. We are not permitted to hang flags either.
Conversations do not reflect the freedom that was won for us, only the damnation of illegal immigrants, the drugs, the government being at fault, and so on.
I was once a proud American child. I do miss it, but feel that pride is lost forever in a sea of fools. Home of the brave turned lazy junkies. Land of the free turned scraping poppers.