The Minority Administration Poem

A parade is a time for celebration.

A place where people show fascination to condemnation and voice their righteous indignation.

A parade can be full of motivation, declaration, and participation

from people who just wanna have a conversation about their isolation, exploitation, and recreation.

It’s a time where we all have communication about our situation in one location.

A time where people take consideration to our explanation and there is no annihilation.

But when it’s over?

There’s a celebration of a revelation.

That the preparation, modification, and beautiful inspiration was all just a sensation.

It was all just apart of our imagination.

How could we be so silly? There is no transformation.

This country has a reputation, an obligation, an expectation.

We only get one month to celebrate who we are and that’s our only invitation.

Once every year so I guess it’s on rotation.

See this country needs a different medication.

Preferably a combination of liberation, salvation, and reconciliation to the future generation

Not a fixation of procrastination to the rights of the human population.

But an evaluation to this hallucination and misinformation of this governments infatuation with miscreation.

Maybe one day we can make a reservation in moderation and reach a destination of elevation instead of stagnation.

Until then we will all stil wait in anticipation for the true jubilation and purification of our nation.

We Are Who We Are

The Minority Administration