in all of her colors and shades
never fails to baffle me.
she’s so beautiful, isn’t she?
surrounded by friends,
almost everyone wants a piece
but of course not everyone
can have her.
she has her enemies
but i think we all know
, her included,
that she runs the show.
(demons are worse than enemies anyway.)
god shed his grace on her,
seen through the sand on her shores
and the wealth in her markets
say can you see
the sun rise over these rocks that have stood
long before she named herself America.
well, she had a good run.
so popular that even those wronged by her
now her past is uncovered and
her beautiful body
revealed as corrupt,
stolen from right under the rug.
states now wondering
and yelling about why
because America told them they could.
now the contents within her are stirring,
her organs and the systems
she metabolizes with fear and uncertainty
because her very cells are rioting
it’s okay America,
don’t cry America,
there is still so much to love about you.
your fathers weren’t saints
their gross actions
inexcusable but not scandalous given backdrop
oh America it’s okay,
we know that parents aren’t perfect.
but you can grow.
if your fathers did one thing right
it was instilling
the concept of change.
so your cells are raising hell on you
and i can’t apologize for that.
the people still need you,
they don’t want to see you fall
so do better.
take the criticism
change from criticism.
rearrange your organs so that
every cell in your body
because darling your past is nasty
and while you’re not alone
your core values
contradict your physical actions
and that you must address.
let the children out of the cages,
you scream freedom
let’s not be hypocrites.
that is a start.
help your friends
reconcile with your enemies
you could even change the world just by setting an example.
a first generation chinese-american, unsure of how much patriotism you deserve right now, but grateful you at least have let me think out loud.