America Mine

I place a blackened kiss
To her cherry lips
You see America is my mother too
Not by birth
She adopted us all
But I being the middle child
Had the longest road
To self identification
And like any family
We kinda dysfunctional
Me and my blonde brother
Sometimes, We don’t get along
We got different daddies so
You know how that go.
I spent most of childhood in the country
So when I moved to the city
He started acting sididdy
But he warms up to me everyday
Guess we all got our ways
I gotta fight a little more
to get Mamas attention
Gotta be the strongest
the brightest
the flyyest
My mama beat my ass
for my mistakes
she see the potential
but you know them parentals
My younger siblings and I
Fight for q. time
Fight for a taste
Fight for a space
We all got different daddies so
You know how that go.