American Dream
A Nonsensical Battle of People and Corporations
By Mallory WhitePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash
Work Work Work is all I do.
A slave to corporate America and red, white, and blue.
My dreams at night escape me in the day.
My pessimistic hopefulness keeps me at bay.
Tugging my bootstraps, feeling fresh and anew.
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Every night at Midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was during this time that Morgan felt most herself. When she was a small child, she and her mother and grandmother would all go out and sit under that sky every Midnight and bask under those clouds. Her grandmother Ruby would say it was because this time was made for them that they were special.
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