Home of exceptions
I've been an exception from the day I was born
coming out- one more
being native American- one more
the head doesn't work without the pills- one more
nobody told us that the declaration had a clause
my melanin, my pride, my psyche, my creation
these make up my story! Not my limitations
where is the fine print that proclaims I am lesser
give me a flag! hand me my papers!
purification and rebirth through the fire and the will
I will bring the better tomorrow
We will draw out the poison
we will finally make things okay
This poem is about:
My country