Limitations

"It's a man's world"
Break it.
"That's a woman's job"
Break it.
"It's not god's way"
Break it.
"This is a free country"
Is it really?

A country with no limitation,
Yet a country with so much,
Breaking the boundaries is our only salvation,
But we use stereotypes as a crutch.

Excuses, excuses!
The big picture has small details that hide,
The only thing we have to lose is
Our "freedom", our "pride".

There are no bombs, no life-taking battlefields,
In the "free" country; the blessed America,
Because our own people wear their shields,
Should the oppression felt by so many not be a sign of a:
Limiting,
Unperfect,
Country that needs building,
A country that should suspect,
That it is no better.

No better than a life of open hatred and
A life spent wondering WHY,
When we constantly wonder if we CAN,
If we can rise above mighty and high.

Oh! Blessed, free, liberalizing America where
Not even four score and seven years ago
People died, they sacrificed their
Lives for a country that's ideologies only hide below
The thin, translucent skin of social change;
Like a costume, like it's all staged.

The land
of opportunities,
Of chances and
Artificial unity;
Where you can either make it
Or break it.

Break it,
And rebuild this
Because there is no fit
For what a utopian society is;
However, acknowledging the internalized hatred,
Locating and destroying,
And giving life to something created
For love, for joy, not for deploying
Men, women, human beings to submit
To the evils of hate,
From the land of the great,
So break it.

This poem is about: 
My country

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741