My Stripes Aren't Red and White.

My stripes aren't red and white they're black white and orange 

These are the colors chosen and donned by "America's" scorn

How can you make great again what was never true

See he was villain way before even me and you, 

See he wrote down in the bible while we were organized and tribal 

That we were born into service, that was our only given purpose 

That in fact it was pertinent to make us their servants 

In light of this he formed and planned to rise

They gathered fellow seekers and supplies

They stolen the land first then brought us over for enterprise 

I died on that slave ship

but still arrived on that slave ship

A vessel to the inferno it self

Asking over and over as I sat in the back of the bus 

Why not someone else?

Why I gotta get a perm or talk some special way

they still ain't gone like me I see that clear as day

2008 wasn't no real closure,

I still get the feel that I got ropes on my shoulders

That im bound to the tree I tried to run past

So I'm sorry Martin I can't sing free at last

Guess I'm still wading in water

How can anyone sing of freedom and greatness?

Were all represented by a man who wants to fuck his daughter.

GOD BLESS AMERICA.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed! Hope you keep writing your heart and heart! Please keep sharing! 

Also there is an urgent matter to end modern day slavery today is national anti traficking day. Let us end world slavery, go sign the petition to make congress act. Look up International Justice Mission. 

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