Where it is.

Under a ratty roof and a dinosaurishly loud upstairs neighbor hangs two $5 frames.
Inside the frames, pressed behind the cheap plastic are two pieces of heavy paper.
On this paper are signatures, stamps, and our names.
Upon the couch in the outdated apartment sit two educated, hard working citizens.
Beneath their belts are bachelor's degrees, and Ramen.
Below their thin pocket fabric sits barely enough to survive.
Lost in this system, The American Dream.