The Pain We are Forced to Know

Mother America, why have you forsaken me?
Is standing for your anthem never enough to hear my plea?
Haven't you seen the calloused heart of your abused, gay foster daughter, Mother America?
Why is it me who must be burdened with this esoterica?
Mother dear, I've seen your disease, the bile you've think we've forgotten.
But I know of the rotten.
You've taught me not to form thoughts, but trust your politicians, to forfeit my soul to pursue your preferred religion so I can swear by your traditions that only breed division.
This was never my decision.
Mother America, you preach diplomacy and freedom for all.
Yet you let your own children to fall?
Mother dear I beg you to hear my cries.
Honor your promises of safety and justice or regard them as lies.
We are tired of this fight.
All of your forgotten demand a change from this woeful plight.
Please wake up mother, you've lost yourself.... don't you care about your future?
How much longer can we live on this suture?
Make your favorite children aware of our pain.
I promise you then that we will all gain.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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