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Getting Burned By The American Dream

by Becky Curl about a year ago in social commentary
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You are turning to ash, While they are going out for tea. You are trying to put out the flames, While they shut off your water so they can go for a swim. They left your dreams burning on the windowsill, While they toasted champagne to their own.

Getting Burned By The American Dream
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I want to bake an apple pie, and eat the whole goddamn thing.

There were never enough slices of the American Dream for everyone.

They made it this way.

They cooled it on their windowsills.

They took the time to create the latticework on the top,

So you could really know that it was made with care.

They cooled it on their windowsills,

But what you didn’t know was that there was fire burning underneath.

And when you finally worked up the courage to grab yourself a slice of that

Perfect apple pie American Dream,

You got burned.

Again.

And again.

And again.

And they laughed.

They laughed as you recoiled, as you wept.

They laughed each time you tried to pursue it again,

Because they knew you would never be able to take the heat.

They knew that what they set out before you was unattainable.

They knew that it would always be a little too hot.

The ingredients a little too rancid.

The perfect little latticework stretched across the top, acting as a barrier to the better life you so desperately craved.

Your dreams are on fire.

The windowsill is on fire.

The house is on fire.

The whole fucking country is on fire.

You are burning right along with it.

And nobody cares.

You are turning to ash,

While they are going out for tea.

You are trying to put out the flames,

While they shut off your water so they can go for a swim.

They left your dreams burning on the windowsill,

While they toasted champagne to their own.

Your dreams are on fire.

You are on fire.

And not one of them cares.

Welcome to the past.

The present.

And your future.

I always knew the American Dream was too good to be true.

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About the author

Becky Curl

Freelance Writer. Freelance Make-Up Artist. Teacher. Wig & Make-Up Designer. Coffee, dogs & pop-punk are my life.

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