The Art of Truth
Dear mom I know that I am loved
But not with my skin color
Sometimes I wish my faith was like a dove
The earth is so cold, so it needs more summer
Mom says, what’s wrong?
But how do I tell the mother who gave me life
That I don’t want life anymore
I glance up to her with a sigh
Dear mom I heard on the News that Donald Trump will remove birthright citizenship
You gave birth to a brown girl
Who doesn’t know her mother's country well, the language is hard to grip
The politics for young people is becoming a blur
The Truth is, if we don’t stand up now, our future children will get hurt ...