Land of the bigot, Home of the guilty victim
the united states
in a separated state
Minorities vs Majorities
brother vs brother
separated like oil and vinegar
because Liberty and Justice For All
only quailifies when your Caucasian father and mother
pull 100K a year
no justice for the black boy walking down the street unarmed
weilding a pack of skittles as his only defense
He could've been dangerous.
There is no liberty when her skirt was too short
Neck line was too low
Heels were too high
Had too much to drink
Stumbling home
slurring no
She asked for it.
We all asked for it when
We weren't born a white male
Didn't have a trust fund
set up back home
Didn't have the odds always in our favor
But what if
They were?
What if there was no minority
No majority
The pledge was a truth
What if Treyvon never needed that justice?
What if Brock Turner's victim was never victimized, then criticized?
What if we were all seen as equals
In the eyes of society
Skin color didn't define status
Money didn't give power
Clothing wasn't perceived
as permission or indication
Of character
What if we lived
In the land of the free
And the home of the brave?
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