Our soul.
Our spirit.
Our consciousness.
The brain in which it manifests.
Our body’s ability.
It’s color.
It’s language.
Announces a victor without a test.
The champion of a game of chance.
Taking claim over it’s bounty
time
and
time again.
You, yourself, yes you, my friend,
did ( nothing ) to deserve to be an American.
Winning the socioeconomic
genetic lottery looks like this:
White
American
Man
But those who buy – a single ticket –
have more claim over
what
they
win
than you, yes you, my friend,
have over being born an American.
As winner of this lottery,
were your ancestors
kidnapped,
beaten,
bleeding,
and enslaved?
Likely not, as this game
does not reward it’s players
with reparations for their pain.
Odds are your people
were refugees themselves.
Dreamers
d.r.e.a.m.i.n.g
dreams.
They stole land with the
blood,
tears,
and – screams –
of those who
natively
r o a m e d.
We’re lucky all immigrants
aren’t like us and
only want a
place to
( safely )
call
home.
An undeserved entitlement
killing the natural progression of a nation.
We’re drawing a line,
connecting
the
dots
between
• detention,
• internment,
• & concentration.
The American Dream is in the dark
with no light shining onto it’s door.
The masses
we’ve huddled
into cages.
Forgotten
Hungry.
And Poor.
We would have no country at all
if not for undocumented immigration.
You, yourself, yes you, my friend,
did ( nothing ) to deserve to be an American.
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