I’m as unamerican as chickpeas.
When they celebrate independance,
I remind them about slavery.
it seems forgotten
in the conquest to make America great again,
its buried under their peace,
or our passificity.
whatever happened, how ever it goes,
It’s always the victor
who paints the picture.
It’s just something I’m supposed to let die,
but i cant when that is what is happening to a bunch of black guys.
we may not ever know the full story,
and im going to assert myself.
I cant relate with being an american.
when I’ve been made to feel
like a second class alien,
its hard to celebrate
you bashing me so historically.
you making me feel like nothing,
a person unworthy.
but i’m going to assert myself.