I Wrote America a poem

I pledge allegiance to the flag,

stitched together only to be sectioned,

ripped apart,

burnt at the stake

for minority sake

and for the love

of the Divided States of America

they march

they’ve always marched.

 

Peaceful protest brings on

peace less politics, which in turn

calls for the civil rights ghost to

be raised from the dead.

 

I write to the republic

for which it stands

for which we’ve stood

and which we’ve watched

through phone screens and flat screens

America ripping apart families at the seams,

 

Through phone screens

I’ve seen men black enough

 to be my father,

breathless

clothes ripped

souls stripped of their reserved rights.

 

I’ve seen women,

black women

woman enough to be black

Black enough to be women

Black woman enough

to be seen as not enough.

The life drained from them

leaving behind a revolutionary essence.

 

 

Some say the revolution will not be televised

and they’re right,

 it will be

more than just televised

It will be recorded on phones

and played back in a loop

the revolution will be shared, liked and reposted

the revolution will be considered marketable and profitable

the revolution will be on my favorite t-shirt

until the revolution is no longer needed,

only thing is

the

revolution,

will

always

be

needed.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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