Poem emulation

I see America’s lips move but she is inaudible.
Columbia sits pretty but without a voice she’s just a phase of untouchable beauty.
The citizen of colored blood works an eternity to give her a chance to be more and to be given a chance to dream in return.
Her lovers soon fear she will make calls of rejection.
Lovers soon want nothing more but to keep colored blood out.
They make movements of violence and vengeance,
They claim it all to be in the name of their beloved and her purity.
They state they claimed her first,
They go as far as to state she could call for the same!
If only she had the vocal chords to speak her melodious words of resentment.  

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