Letter To America

The rising son loves the concrete I walk

one of the only things of a color in that

nature allowed shine like that.

I wonder if I loved America could it

learned to love me back.

I caught my first ball here had my first kiss here yet I live in fear.

Terrors to an era where none of these

foreign ideas can fit in my brain a like.

If mind, soul, and body wouldn't lead to

a homicide the colors would. You don't

acknowledge the power of color the thing that

gives paint shine what words 

die trying to describe I wish to blaze the

trail not only to livefreely however be seen.

Be freed mentally, physically, and visually represent me well

on those screens do you?

Much like the favorite part of ancestry I enjoy about the image they

portray of me

on that tv. If it's all black the device is off and

I don't have to look back i gaze forward.