I Declare War
sitting across the table from my dad,
cards in our hands, in a game of War.
when our cards matched we would laugh
and "I. De. Clare. War."
four cards and four years later
he was gone in Iraq
leaving me, my mother and my sisters alone
and I waved goodbye to my childhood.
sitting across the room from my dad
my hands in nervous fists to keep me collected
my mother's voiced raised, my dad's words slurred
sisters kept their head down
for even they couldn't face what the war had turned my father into.
my mother was the Queen and my father a Jack,
and she would take us away from my dad's deck--
away from his angry fists and drunken frustration
and I decided to declare war
war on the idea of war,
the petty result of what happens when two opposing forces collide
when one decides that another's ideals and beliefs aren't the same as theirs
i declare war on the romantization that death for this country is noble,
that criticism of America is treason,
and conformity equals safety.
because i promise you, America
that criticism comes from the cries of those who need help
the ones without work, without healthcare, without higher education,
without hope for our future
and diversity only brings to us a new perspective
a glimpse into a different world,
so whether it be a different country or sexuality,
i want to be able to see that flag fly alongside our country's stars and stripes
i want to sit across the table from you, America
with all of our cards on the table, up for grabs.
and when i declare change,
do not declare war