To the Birth of a Nation

To whom it may concern,

Neither of us know

The feeling of being denied our vote

Or being harassed in our neighborhood

Or pleading for food with rugged cardboard signs

Or being persecuted for our love

Or even the color of our biologically chosen skin

Because when granted three wishes,

We ask for three more

You believe in freedom

Only postwar

For opportunity brings oblivion

And fear of equality

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness

Granted only by popular sovereignty

Human Rights is exhausted

From running in a circle

She’s been chasing your opinion

Through the gutter’s tunnel

When will we learn

The true meaning of privilege?

Stop your tweeting,

And help our Puerto Rican village