Americans
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When I look at you summer fills my eyes
handsome and bursting with color you are
your innocence is sweet like fluttering butterflies
you are my wish upon a shooting star
when I hug you there's a comforting embrace
I'm tired of these fucking stereotypes
dictating how I feel and act
I shouldn't like English
I should be petite and quiet
I should study, study, study
Well I fucking done
finito, over it
I once had a spirit,
That would cry, Livid.
A soundless screamer,
A sleepless dreamer.
A cowardly warrior,
A body-less barrier.
A sharp taste of rum,
A native tongue.
When the soul spoke,
The day we cried
The day they died
The day the eagles ceased to fly
The day our freedom was attacked,
The day they made the towers so they ne'r be back.
The day the pentagon was hit with a plane
Who’d know the color of my skin presents so much ambiguity in society?
A different angle in the light of the city
What am I today?
For the historic family trees of America remain hallow at my name.
