America the Difficult (Fight)

I am Jamaican American

I do not put 'Jamaican' first because of heritage laws

I do not put 'Jamaican' because I was born there

(I was not)

I do not put 'Jamaican' first because I am a typical, blunt loving, prostitute being,

money grabbing, welfare/man stealing black person the media preaches of

(I am not)

I say I am "Jamaican-American" because 

The sense of democracy

We have tried to acheive

the sense of appeasement we don't realize is unreachable

The sense of offense we don't realize is compromisable

The sense of sense that is so hard to us

In times of civil liberties against the softest money

The fattest bellies are too indolent to refuse

 

Is not a flag waving independence to be proud of

 

Here, The Land of the Free is also the (only) land that imprisons children for life.

The land that bombs and destroys childishly to get what it wants

The idle child begging for money it won't receive because 

The ickiness of the job is far too realistic to handle

Here, Home of the Brave is also the home of useless policemen 

Jailing little girls,

shooting unarmed men,

taking everything and staying unharmed

Unreasonably protected by their badges

Here, school staff don't believe in you

The bullies are the winners for their normality

Churches are too dense to realize the difference between God and man

God and them

Futures are defined by race

Tv shows are weaker in substance

Cause parents can't face the reality the children need to survive

The new jokes, and new kids are depressing

Insults or sad stories

that kill us every time

The product of the madness

Blames the result for its own produced mistake

 

We pledge to a flag thats been defiled

By so much

By a world that wants discrimination back

Full force

A perfect white world

To lose their better minds

To ruin their better cities

Like it is just us who have sinned

Like they are God and we're already dead

Cause we're kids

Cause we're black

Cause we're not black

Cause we're white

Cause we're not white

Cause we're gay

Cause we're mental

Cause we're not normal

Cause we don't fit the stereotypes

Cause some of us

Still believe in a God

Cause we fall And we breakor we don'tAnd they're too scared or lazy to understand So

They've convinced us we're demons waiting to rot

Minorities waiting to be killed

Endangered waiting to be extinct

Witches waiting to be crucified

Burned

Hellbound

And useless

...

I am Jamaican American

I still say 'American' because I am born here

I still say 'American' because I love it here

I still say 'American' because

Why not? 

We're not going anywhere.

Our families aren't going anywhere.

Like we don't know what's going on?

Like we don't see their games

Their story shaping 

Their easy shortcuts to get rid of us

To downgrade us

Til we lose faith in life

And deport ourselves 

To give America more room for  discrimination

And stupidity?

And dull-wittedness?

And blindness?

And shiftlessness?

And wasted football snacks?

 

No.

 

To ignore a fight that will happen

Is like praying for world peace.

Like a pastor praying for heaven

After telling a queer they're unloved.

To ignore a fight that will happen

Is like expecting the discrimination to go down

Like expecting the world to finally open their eyes.

And see that the everybody is equal

Everybody has a purpose

That everybody is a person

Who needs to be treated 

Like a person

...

Its not gonna happen.

 

Because already

They're- the racist, the judges, the hypocrites, the liars,

And so much more-

They're stupid enough to forget

That we do find this place our home

That we won't fall down like they say

That it's our presence

Our smarts

Our languages

Our sight against their blindness

Their food against our hunger

Our love against their hatred

Our colored diversity against their monochromatic simplicity

Their fight with out fight

That makes America Great again

...

Already they forget

We're not going down without a fight.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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