This land was never my land. I inherited the graves of those who worked the soil everyday to survive. I stand over the graves of the former landowners who were forced to adopt the Catholic faith and built missions up and down this state as a display of piety. Their blood was the only sacred thing to ever fall on the mission floor.

This land is not your land. You came on boats and planted flags to signify ownership. You inhabited areas that were already occupied but you did not care. You dedicate a day to celebrate alleged peace between those who had already lived here and you who were foreigners, but forget that you systematically killed them.

This land was not made for you and me. The rivers and creeks hold no life because they are so polluted. The amber waves of grain are a reminder that the farming industry suffers because they must be subsidized by the government. The air we breathe hurts us instead of replenishing our bodies. We inhabit a land that we did not know how to care for.

You built up fences, checkpoints, and agencies to ensure that no undesirable ever enters this land. You spread fear like a virus. Your very voice stirs up the smell of sulfur. You want to protect us from terrorists, yet forget that the greatest terror attack this land ever faced was the coming of the European. 90% of the Native American population was slaughtered. There was no remembrance. There is no "Never Forget" for that genocide. There were no Nuremberg Trials for those crimes against humanity.

You talk about putting people to work to make this land great again. But how was greatness achieved? Who planted, tended to, and picked the cotton that provided the economic means for this land to grow wealthy? Who fought against one of the most evil men humankind has ever produced alongside men they could not eat with in the same restaurant back home? Who risked their lives trying to unite this country even though they knew the southern half didn't recognize their humanity? All lives matter. Therefore, Black lives matter.

You want to send foreigners back to their nations of origin. Do it. Pick your own produce, build your own buildings, clean your houses and offices, raise your own children, cook your own food, wash your own clothes, wash your own car, tend to your own yard, and stay out of their business. Don't interfere with the politics of the governments south of this land. Send them away and build the wall. Just ask yourself, who'll build it?

I am the descendant of a people who were a product of rape. My European ancestors violated the sacred life-giving bodies of my native ancestors. I have no say because there is no one to appeal to. My African ancestors were brought to these lands as slaves. My native ancestors were enslaved. My European ancestors were despots. I am a contradiction: I have the blood of slaves and of despots.

This land is not my land. This land is not your land. No one can own the ground, the trees, the rivers, or the air.

You don't decide what constitutes love. A heart that unites itself with another is a blessing and should be nurtured, regardless of the bodies they inhabit. The sanctity of marriage is in jeopardy? Well I hope your third time will uphold such a sacred institution.

You don't decide a religion's ideology. How dare you demean and blame a religion when you forget the atrocities your supposed own religion has committed. What happened in Bosnia? In Spain? In Jerusalem?

This land is not my land so you have my permission to deport me. But then deport your mother, your sister, your wife, and all those you hold dear, and then deport yourself. None of us have a right to this land. None of our hands are clean. Both you and I are descended from terrorists, from rapists, from genocidal maniacs, from thieves, and from "God-fearing" men.

There is no liberty for all when Blacks are disproportionately targeted by law enforcement. There is no justice for all when a young man can be set free after raping a woman because serving jail time would taint his college experience. There is no liberty for all when what we say is a threat to you and so you discredit us. There is no justice for all when the woman who served Emmett Till on a platter to be tortured and murdered on false accusations still walks free.

Sit back Mr. Trump. Let these words sink in Mr. Trump. Let the blood boil and curdle Mr. Trump. Do what you do best Mr. Trump.

Deport me Mr. Trump. I dare you.