America is Me, America is NOT Me
America is Me
The hope, the promise
That withered on the backbones
Of relatives that stitched
the (red) blood and blues
spewed from black dreams
on the stripes of the American flag.
America is Not Me
Our founding fathers
built a country on morals
That once deferred dreams through
Slavery and assassinations.
Gunning down black thoughts
Like runaways.
Yet still…
America is Me
The (new) hope, the promise
that lingers on the transgressions
of a new generations belief
In politics and not the politics of color
Or (the) color of an American citizen
Change? Yes we can
Because…
America is Not me
As it currently stands, until
we no longer minimize the values
of our fellow American citizens.
Whose burdens are entangled
In the same star spangled banner
that we all pledge allegiance too.
For…
America is me, America is NOT me
Her thorns, ever so prickly, as i peel off the,
She love me, she loves me not petals
from Americas rose. The same rose
that once grew Tupac from concrete
yet gunned him down w/o justice
America is me, America is not me
-Righteous Teacher
Deffered Potential 