in triumph shall wave

see, my america? that shit was born in sixteen nineteen as nineteen
of my people were brought to jamestown virgina.
and i say brought but we all have to remember that they were actually
bought, forced, ripped from their families from their culture from their roots
it ain't never been no "land of the free" for me.

june 12 2016
102 people that loved like me, breathed like me
were murdered, terrorized, hurt, wronged, for deciding to be themself
turn on the news anyday and see how much of a crime it is to be gay
i guess i can see how this could be "home of the brave".

"in god is our trust"?
everything i've ever heard about america's god is a man who hates me, apparently
hates me cuz of the skin i'm in, the words i say, the women i love
12 years a slave sure taught me something about y'alls religion- 
it's damn sure not something i follow.
y'all's god isn't one i'd trust.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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