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Imagine America finally sent you over the deep end. What would you say?

February 6, 2011

No. America. No, never, goddammit!

And no, don’t you ever EVER call me American.
Bitch, mother fucker, cunt, whore
would all hurt me less than that name I abhor.
My heart is pounding harder, breaking through my chest more deafeningly than the cannons you send over seas to kill families of different ethnicities who are down on their knees praying to their deities asking them to please, please —
Stop this madness.
They need a release.
America, you hurt me, stabbed me, lied to me:
Waging new wars and tearing the inside of me.
You made marriage a privilege only some can have,
And parents can’t be parents if they look like two Dads.
When did happiness become a privilege, not a right?
I’m rebelling against you and bullshit tonight!
Tonight, I’m more alive then I’ve ever been,
and my rage boils scalding like the deadliest sin.
You’ve placed yourself inside a mother’s womb,
Treating like it’s your house, your own room!
How DARE you, America, attempt to presume
that you know her life — that she’s living for you!
Yes, I’m crying, America, but not out of fear,
Not out of pity — these aren’t your tears!
I’m crying because I’ll never hear
myself praise the flag I once revered.
Did freedom, brotherhood, love ever exist here?
Is Lady Liberty rusting ’cause of all of the tears
She has spilled on herself over the last 200 years
Because America’s only submitted to fear?
Maybe the torch she holds is meant to set flame
To millions of victims with forgotten names.
Well a fire’s been lit, America, but it’s not the same —
Now I’m pissed, America, and I’m calling your name!
Now I’m angry, America, and I know you’re to blame!
Now I’m changing you, America, you won’t be the same!
Hear me, America, don’t turn off your phone!
Don’t hide inside the confines of your billion dollar homes!
Don’t you dare leave me out here screaming, America, ’cause you know — I’m not alone.
I’ve got millions in tow.
We’re a nation of one — at least some of us are.
We understand the significance of those 50 white stars.
So you can shut us out, you can put us behind bars,
You can throw us in space ships and send us to Mars —
But you can’t drown out our voices, America, we’re screaming too loud.
We’re tugging on the fringe of your flag, and we’re proud
To live the live we choose, not the life you say we’re allowed
To have, America, and until then we’ll pound
On the steel plated entrance in the door way to freedom —
A sound that will inspire a million souls if we need ’em.
We’re standing outside in the Garden of Eden,
We’re holding the apples — but we’re not eatin’ ’em.
We’re showing you we’re not ready to submit.
Get off the bench, America — we’re bearing our grit.
We won’t let you turn our world and lives into shit.
Goddammit, America, we’re not ready to quit.
5 Comments leave one →
  1. Gus permalink
    February 6, 2011 3:21 pm

    Gus thinks the writer is unaware of what the situation is in most places.

    • emiliab9291 permalink*
      February 6, 2011 9:09 pm

      I’m not saying that this is how I feel right now. The prompt was to write about how we’d feel if America should finally send us over the deep end.

      • emiliab9291 permalink*
        February 6, 2011 9:09 pm

        And, just to make myself clear — I have not YET gone over the deep end.

  2. Barbra Zuanich-Friedman permalink
    February 6, 2011 8:57 pm

    I’m speechless. Thanks for speaking for me today.

  3. rob permalink
    February 7, 2011 2:06 am

    Reminds me a little of Ginsburg’s HOWL.

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