aight this poem is......another school project.....need some feedbak....


im a man full of love,
i love to hate this communist country,
my family is no longer a family,
we are all exiled thirsty and hungry,
in this place i will grow old, faint and weak,
this communist place does not even allow me to have freedom of speech,
struggling in strife, praying for god to fill my lungs with another breath,
my end is near, in this place they hold my life and death,
the dictator says this consintration camp will help my people excel,
this place he says will help feels more like a jail,
racism will hold me back i can never succeed, only fail.
racism, dictatorship, and communism.


aight there it is now come wit the feed bak

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