America is Me, America is NOT Me

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