I had a dream that I had the S on my Chest.

I was floating in an asteroid belt,

The border between my brothers

And my home.

And way out there,

like a little red tomate in space

I saw my home planet die.

It happened so long ago, but deadlight makes no difference this far away.

It wasn't an implosion, like the history i’d learned.

It was explosion from cannon balls and musket smoke that killed my home planet.

I saw the slavers move in and cut my home in half.

And I couldn't mourn even though I wanted to.

They were my people, but not my family.

My fortress of Solitude didn't let me grieve.

The stories I had heard

and the language learned there couldn't drown out

“one nation, Indivisible.”