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Jan 12
poem challenge: America
blue_potato

Dear America

Dear America,
I have lived here most of my life,
Watching from the comfort of home,
Listening to you speak over the radio of our old Volvo's stereo, 
Hearing things I wish I had never heard.
When I was younger,
I never paid attention.
I never listened
Or watched
Or read,
Back then I wasn't ashamed of you.
Now I turn away,
Scared to look back,
Scared to turn the radio on.
Why do you not learn,
America?
You are my home.
You are home to 328.2 million,
America.
You are supposed to be a dream,
One that so many seek,
And when they do find it,
You push them down and tear them apart.
When I was young I believed America was an amazing place to be.
But when I see
Innocent lives trampled in the wake of fear,
When I say to you,
When will it be enough?
6 million was enough.
It was way too many.
Covid does exist.
Dont be stupid.
It could be so simple to save an innocent life.
Women's rights are human rights.
Their bodies are not something you have the right to have an opinion on.
Black lives do matter.
Not because everyone's doesn't,
But because of the setback of hundreds of years of hate.
You killed and you killed,
No regard for the lives trampled in our founding.
You teach
The young of this county that we are great,
And disregard their corpses you used as a ladder to that greatness.
If you are capable of killing, you are capable of teaching hard history.
You have the power to give and to save.
We are prosperous,
But the rich get richer,
And the poor live in a way nobody should ever have to.
I don't care that I am just a dot in 328.2 million.
I am privileged,
I am sad,
And angry.
I am tired of the tears,
The bloodshed, 
The raw horror of a day in this country.
At some point you need to draw the line,
Like the mother you are supposed to be.
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  1. Stargirl
    Jan 13, 2021

    THIS.IS.AMAZING!!
    So strong and powerful, I love it:)
    Just......wow

    ( I think I made you up inside my head )

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