I feel like I’m in a dystopia

Called America.

Known as the 

Land of the free,

Land of

proposed 

Dreams.

Although,

That white picket fence 

Was just for tease.

40 acres and a mule

Too.

I’m a citizen 

Gone blue.

Who’s 

Not able to

Breathe.

Since I 

Got nooses and 

Knees on my neck.

A target on my chest.

Metal on my wrist.

And veins filled with the blood

 of 400+ 

Years of unrest.

 

I’m not here to appease,

That we deserve peace.

My peoples' lives 

Are constantly disrupted

By this mental disease

Called racism.

Or 

A system of people 

Who are full of anger and

Greed.

This land wasn’t supposed

To be 

For superiority.

It’s the land of all people.

The land where color shouldn’t make

Us unequal.