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What does the flag mean to me?


What does the flag mean to me?
 
You want me to say something cliché
 
Like freedom
 
Joy
 
Peace 
 
But all in all to me the flag 
 
Mean the exact opposite of free
 
People would get mad 
 
If I were to shout  America was never great
 
But what they don't get is that they are stuck in a bubble called white privilege
 
You don't understand
 
the hardship 
 
The struggle 
 
The disrespect 
 
the stares
 
The spit 
 
That black Americans get
 
You will never understand that, 
 
That flag will always be a symbol of slavery
 
And the chains and bondage 
 
That makes us sisters and brother 
 
What does the flag mean to me?
 
It means that we have no real definition of free
 
We prance around declaring 
 
"America, land of the free and home of the brave"
 
But this was never home for the slave
 
To get stared at because your black 
 
To get beaten
 
Kicked
 
Lashed 
 
And trashed
 
Because you don't have a white mask
 
Another man
 
Shot 
 
Dead 
 
Killed 
 
Because he wasn't the ideal America 
 
That flag is the bondage
 
that will forever hold us hostage 
 
After Slavery was abolished
 
We went on to think that we're free
 
Chanting 
 
"Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty we're free at last"
 
But you didn't expect that you'd still be 
 
fighting the same fight in 2017
 
We thought the chains would broken 
 
That maybe America is the home of the free
 
In actuality it's the same exact thing
 
Getting pulled out of cars brutally murdered
 
Still being denied our court orders
 
So what does the flag mean to me?
 
It means that we were never free to begin with
 
That people like me don't have the same definition is free
 
To be free walk down the street and you don't get stared at for walking while black
 
That I am free to reach for my license 
 
Without fear of being shot at
 
Free to walk into at store bummy and they won't be afraid I'll still all their money
 
So what does that flag mean to me?
 
That we still have a lot to do 
 
Before America is ever great
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