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.