the lie that
Many told me
the land of the free
and the home of the brave
Yet I was not taught this way,
Through minority eyes I saw
A world unequal; I stared in awe
Amazed, upset, but above all confused.
A land free, but of what? My ego stood bruised.
We spout freedom, culture, and equality loud,
Yet my achievements are muted, placed in an odd shroud.
However, I move on, my skin black much like ink.
Treated more like something that crawled out the sink.
Not just I, my brothers move along too.
My sisters stand strong, braced for a coup.
If the coup comes, for what reason?
So far, we’ve never eased in
and stood fully equal.
I know that I will
At the very