The Truth is Hard to Hear
You thought that by spitting lies you could stop me, but you can't.
So please say what you wish of the color of my skin, of my people
and our abilities to do the jobs that seem unworthy to you. Go ahead, continue
to call my people illegal when years ago Indians thought the same about you.
Go ahead and spread your lies and half-truths, but do not
believe for one second that I will only sit by. Each lie told rewrites the past, but
I can no longer do nothing as you disgrace us who fight for freedom
not only in your wars, but everyday you wish us dead.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
Our world