by Brandon Brown
,where must we go
to atone for the sins of
a country drenched in blood,
sweat, and tears
of the oppressor’s play things?
Closed mind stormed
through open doors
Shocking the masses; tragic how
the rainbow is still expected to
hover over the actions of America’s influence.
When I tell you
50 pulses were taken
for each state I feel unsafe in,
it’s in the perspective of a citizen
poisoned by men, women, and children
of the same title
toasting under the heat
of gun smoke escaping
another dozen cavities above the waist
Waist deep in the need for the sweet life
Samuel promised with bold face
The devil is a liar.
Columbus his confidant.
The constitution his loop-holed contract
to keep my chains under conversation
of supply and demand
when all I demand is to breathe unapologetically.
Sometimes I feel like this
is the hell I died into after
I got too old for the toys
I hope my brothers don’t give up quite yet
Why get the bitter end of innocence
lost before you’re made to?
Do I pray to
thunder clap the hatred
away or zap
who holds it dear from existence?
if he listens
The devil has me muffled
attempting to bring change for my heart
when you said it can’t be bought
he made it look so easy.
What do you think of my country?
Tell me if I must leave.