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

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