O say, can you see?
first generation
dream-chasing foundation
maybe it wasn’t for me?
But still, an opportunity.
socio-mobility
Hey kid, “Be the best you can be”
For you, and a future be
Or two or three
Don’t mind the history.
It’s broad stripes and bright stars
through the perilous fight
Within
by class, age, political party
Or the mere color of skin.
Embrace those (societal) ramparts
so gallantly streaming
over-Patriotic expression,
Ever redeeming
I’ll use my boot straps, for sure!
“We got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor?!”
Keep ya head up…
Straps up, too!
Yet, still
the bombs burst in air
where democracy can be unfair
Legacy pipelines everywhere
School shootings here…and there,
No care.
Why is this us?
just us?
‘Merica!!!
Send up thoughts and a prayer.
But don’t tread on me…
Whatever,
our flag is still there.
Praise God!
For I still rather be here
It’s Dr. King. Freedom to pursue.
unappreciated blessings
My pledge of allegiance
is internally fiery,
Though,
Not how it’s
“supposed to be”
Still there…
with a longing desire
to be loved back
equally.
For me
It’s there
complex
In its purity
A leap to the feet
for that Curry three
American.
You’re still there - star spangled banner yet, wave
…and so am I.
Still…American.