I’ve seen your American movies

The ones starring the blond haired boy with a dog for a friend

Or the brunette outsider bullied incessantly by her peers.

Ah how can I forget my favorites, the chronicles of the underdog sports teams who end up with the win.

I’ve learned your American tales of wishes on stars and bootstraps and dreams-come-true.

I’ve listened to your American Sweet Carolines and American Pie’s

And eaten your American pizza and wings

And read your president's tweets about...things...?

Have you seen my American movies.

The one where two brown bodies bond together and find love.

You’ve never paid attention to my American stories of stolen freedom and magic that creates everything out of nothing.

You will never hear my American Luther Vandross or Patti LaBelle.

Oh, you’ve enjoyed my American fried chicken but what about my American chitlins and sweet potato pie.

You’ve yet to accept my American president

You, Americans, deny MY America, but still it thrives.

So keep your stars, I’ve got planes in my sky

To wish upon and seeds of the hopes planted by my ancestors

To bring to fruition.

Keep your America, I’ve got mine.