The American Dream (poetry)

Do I really want to be the American dream?
Do I really want to inflate myself with plastic just to seem
as if I am the epitome of every lustful voice that sings?
Should I be forced to dressed as an adorable mess
or be reprimanded for removing my tresses?
If the label doesn't cost more than my bills,
does that make my apparel any less real?
If I decided that my pride can be measured by my stride
instead of by the length of hair locks that could drop down to my side,
does that mean I cannot be fit for t.v.?
Does that mean that I can't be some prince's fantasy and dream?
If the money is slow to come because I pursued it the long way-
If the money is slow to come because I've only put in one long day,
Does that make my fight irrelevant?
Does that make my dreams irreverent?
I simply feel it gives me reason to believe that my outcome should be more heaven-sent.
But that's not the American dream...
We fixate our eyes on pre-screened, hand written dream of another man.
We tend to find pleasure in someone else's vision instead of perfecting our own plan.
Shame to he who wakes up and walks in his own shoes
because he is the one who has accepted reality despite what the rest of the world chooses.
Woe unto he who has patience to be legit.
It seems that the majority tends to seek out funds through the quick
through a plot
through a scheme
with random shots.
Just because you throw the first fist,
doesn't make your fight any more relevant.
Just because your dream seems to fit,
doesn't make your dream more reverent.
Take pride in the notion of having patience, having hopes and
fighting for truth, dealing with honesty-
The foundations of a strong, everlasting dynasty.
Be the American to recreate the dream.
Address how that fantasy world isn't always as it seems,
because the reality is that other grass isn't always green.