Dear America

Dear America,

Oh, now you can hear me!? I was born in this nation but wasn't proud to be me. My identity is so marred I can barely catch a break. I wanna reach for the stars without the mention of my race. There's an ocean of love inside of me but will you love me back? Stories untold of hardships up on my ancestors’ backs. I stand and I climb like there's no looking back, but every time I grind I get stopped in my tracks. A stop and go relationship because I'm waiting on your approval. Too many are getting through, so you seek for my removal. Look you claim you see me but what is it that you see. Is it a muse of the choose or is it my victory? You can't claim to see me without all I've been through. Trying to sculpt my nose to look like the majority do. You made me feel unpretty, not beautiful from within. Then you take what comes natural to me and make it your own trend. Now I know from history that you would put me on a shelf, one that I can't get off, cuz I might take up all your wealth. So why am I not your own after all that we've been through? After all we're all here because you wanted anew. Was my freedom not the promise at some point in the fight? But I'm still fighting the fight and still can't get it right. From the beginning you made it clear that you, needed me. You got me here, but you face your fears with me in your pocket. You have wet dreams, then act like I'm water in the socket. You force me to need you, but that barter isn’t true. You make it you, you make it do, you make it nefariously through. Then you cling to God We Trust, but I can't trust in you. Claiming all mankind is good to you, but then you turn to me and thrust. In circles you will go, to keep me on the hush. But that’s you, and your truths and your peace on earth. So what we gon do America cuz I continued to birth: Tree’s from the roots of some of the greatest people on earth. You don't want me to know where my bloodline lies but am I'm starting to understand from my family ties. That melanin doesn't deny me like you do. But now you claim you see me, like a baby daddy do. You don't see my hurt and you deny my greatness. So what are we doing here just going with the fakeness. Ignorance is bliss was cute when I was younger. Then you didn't feed me, and I fought through my own hunger. I look at other countries like wow they're so proud!. But we're the lucky ones right? Even as the stepchild. Man I could go on all night to try to understand but truth is… you think I’m less of a man. Nothing I do will ever make you change; you will always be the same. And you somehow think it’s even cuz you left me my first name.

Sincerely,

Your African American Child