The American Reality
I feel like I’m in a dystopia
Called America.
Known as the
Land of the free,
Land of
proposed
Dreams.
Although,
That white picket fence
Was just for tease.
40 acres and a mule
Too.
I’m a citizen
Gone blue.
Who’s
Not able to
Breathe.
Since I
Got nooses and
Knees on my neck.
A target on my chest.
Metal on my wrist.
And veins filled with the blood
of 400+
Years of unrest.
I’m not here to appease,
That we deserve peace.
My peoples' lives
Are constantly disrupted
By this mental disease
Called racism.
Or
A system of people
Who are full of anger and
Greed.
This land wasn’t supposed
To be
For superiority.
It’s the land of all people.
The land where color shouldn’t make
Us unequal.