It’s hurting me to stop
Green lights all the way
All the way home
If I take Mannheim, I take York
Or nothing at all
The world shows no mercy, so should I
In return I offer disdain, disgust
And the slightest bit of trust
My heritage is blood
My heritage is pain
My heritage is a country
That still wants to see me in chains
Forgive-me-not if I don’t care about you
I’d make such a terrible doctor
I’ve got no patience
Go Dog Go Café 
A great poem! Meaningful and honest!
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Thank you Patty
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