my heart raced
tripping over the melee of butterflies in my stomach
like i was running a marathon.
only the finish line was either a grassy plain
with polka-dots of yellow and purple wildflowers
or a footpath
only wide enough for those
with chalk-colored skin
an eye for women
and a dick.
in the land of castles, emerald plains
and the loch ness monster
trying to shut out the voices that ask
how i was really feeling about having a trumped suit
in a game of solitaire.
plugging my ears from the people of other nations
have your own opinion have your own opinion have your own opinion
i get it. i promise.
i just dont care what you have to say.
im sorry.
whether you believe it or not
this will affect me more than you.
and will affect others more than myself.
so dont peak when you see my hand bleed.
a twisted form of entertainment
trying to make me pay to watch what you thought
was another episode of “the apprentice.”
because when this is over
you can run
back to your countries.
sitting next to my american sisters
a laptop computer screening our futures
as sugar lines my teeth and tongue
something sweet to taint the sourness in the room
clock ticking away minutes to our demise
the map of our country slowly bleeding red
in places we never thought they would.
crimson realizations of what america is becoming
what america will soon stand for
and the little progress we’ve made
slips
through
our
fingers.
salt water staining the cheeks of my arabic friend
as our country bleeds redder and redder
for fear of what will become of her beautiful family.
confusion.
fear.
utter uncertainty.
Laughing in the days to follow
at the ones who made our country bleed
and theyre pitiful excuses to defend themselves
because “theyre not racist”
and yet members of the KKK stand by his side.
“theyre not homophobic”
and yet his right hand man will be the one
advocating for homosexual rehabilitation.
think america.
think about what youve done to us.
