Dear Uncle Sam

 

Dear Uncle sam, 

Why do you see me as a threat, 

My brown skin is only a fear to the sun.

I manifest in moon, 

the phases in which my people fear your blood.

 

Your inner desire for wealth is a hypocracy 

On that poster said you wanted me,

you said I was welcome with freedom and oppourtunity .

But here I'm only guarenteed a spot in a cell and suppression from my own democracy.

 

I live in a world much more differnt than yours. 

Where depression is constant

and what we see aren't waves,

They're the boil point to all your mistakes. 

 

They're the visions we seek for peace.

It's for the boy covered in blood and ash in the middle east,

It's for the single mother trying to make ends meet,

It's for the natives that you injected with infection as you made them weak.

 

Mother nature knows your true self.

It's eviendent in society.

How you sip on her breast, 

and drain her of her beauty.

 

Living with that pale spoon in your mouth,

made you disconnected with empathy.

As you let all your demons rise

Your nieces and nephews continue to die.

 

Where the sun energiezes us,

you peel into your hate 

and you start realizing,

that all your life you couldn't relate 

 

The harsh reality is.

 

You dont want us,

You only care for the greed to fill your vains 

and for oil to sprout like rain,

ultimately reigning your people victor over our pain.

 

 

Till the brush of your evil wears off 

it's more of the same.

The state will rise,

people will die.

 

Meanwhile,

I'll another brown boy caught up in the mix.

I'll be Stopped and frisked till it hurts,

but the truth is my black brothers got it worse.

 

 

 

Our communities stuggle as you pump money into war.

The pipe lines constructed on graveyards won't undo the horror.

Our education is forgotten by those who provide it,

and the insitutions with power leave me to rot.

 

 

We don't expect pity,

we expect response.

With policy that empowers us 

Rather than facilitate a generation which is lost.

 

As you drown into your evil,

we'll be aligned with the moon,

we'll errupt from this caccoon,

we'll rise above the sun and expose the true ruler

Love.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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