Bleeding Hearts

Sat, 12/29/2018 - 19:34 -- S.H

I hate feeling like I have to choose between my country and my race.

I haven't said the pledge since Trump has been in office and my heart hurts.

My heart bleeds.

I love my country.

And I'm mourning for the loss of its

love for me.

My heart bleeds for

seven-year-old girls who die at border patrol.

for the black lives who don't matter

for all the silent voices who say me too

My heart is grieved and heavy

Bloodied and bruised

My heart is gone

Yet, I still love my country

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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