Dear America,
So if I resist,
is that reason enough for you to call me a traitor?
Or would it better suited to just say that I am fed up?
Tired of taking advantage of the opportunities you said were also for me.
Hoping that I would forget that you never created them for me to have?
I've been oppressed by your system before I was even thought of.
Thank God the love of my mother has taught me to transcend boundaries
and boarders
and stereotypes
and the boxes
you attempt to force me in.
I am not your puppeted American.
I am the long awaited smile of my ancestors who once looked up towards heaven and saw me.
The long stare down a gun barrel head high with accepted fate because one day a change will come
I am the one who will stand against the hypocrisy of religion and live by Gods real love
But...
If I do not resist,
will I be expected to sign away my freedom just to get a piece of this pie you baked?
The one filled with expired ingredients and sour milk curdled with antiquated values and pre historic thoughts that has stained the fabric of how this land was truly created?
If I do not resist,
what am I saying to lives lost that fought for you?
If I do not resist what do I say to myself knowing that this art was given to me to reflect these times? What story am I leaving behind embedded in the contents of a time capsule
What am I saying if I don't continue to fight for your reshaping and continue to cry out for true freedom?
So resist...I will because
dear America I don't want to just be accepted
I just want to live.
Taryn "LoveReigns" Wharwood 2017
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