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Imagine a utopian society of equality:

No more roadside box homes
with personal economic advertisements
in display on their front yards
asking for generous donations.

No more spending potential money
you won't be able to pay back
just so you can live day to day
and it's still not enough to satisfy
your starvation for better.

But if we keep striving to close
this educational gap between
high and low income families
in America's smile,
it will only conceal the halitosis
lingering in the back of our realities.

In actuality, we thrive on that feeling of hope
planted in the eyes of a child watching
First Lady Michelle Obama speak in front of millions,
and mother sing songs of overcoming.

Overcoming what?
The mispronunciation of equality in America's bible
spelling our rights?

Lobbyists picketing pitches of no more
family betrayal from Congress to its brethren
because it's a sin.

Even though this is blasphemy against America's integrity,
We don't want to stand for equality.

Healers of the body rewarded the same as healers of the mind.
No matter how much more effort and time spent
on perfecting the art of the human body
than the basics of rudimentary knowledge,
the pay will be the same.

This is equality.
This is a battle not worth winning.

Face it, we come from a selfish breed of
the respiration photosynthetic cycle.
Naturally exhaling for the inhalation of another's existence
without wanting in return.
Receiving not thinking about what has just happened.

But, by nature, we are the same people
who practice greed.

Can you really live comfortably not able
to hitch a ride on the plan of social mobility?

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