Are You Proud Now?

Trump became President and I got asked
Are you proud to be American now?
I never boasted that I was American
But by the questioning of "now" and by the given smirk, I could tell that the answer
Was decided for me
I didn't say anything
I shrugged my shoulders and looked for my lunch money
I looked, and looked, and lost my appetite
I was mad that race relations were only continuing to get worse
I was mad that Flint is treated as if it's a secret
Are we not supposed to talk or help those who have contimanated water?
I was mad that people can care more about the Kardashians, than making sure that people have health care
I was mad that my race, my brother, and my father are all perceived as threats
I was mad that women still have to fight for equality
Does anyone else find it ridicoulous that the genital between my legs determines my treatment in society?
I was mad that people are killed, threatened, and treated unequal due to their sexuality
America preaches that its "The Land of the Free"
But you're only free if you fit the requirements for freedom
I don't meet those requirements and never will
But maybe those requirements will expand past the face of a straight white man
And then the answer to "am I proud to be American now", will come a little easier

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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