I Cry
I love people and really try to show it
I love colors and nations and cultures and languages
I love America
I really do
I am broken
I’m sorry
I’m sitting on land that may have literally been once stolen from its rightful owners
I was taught a fraudulent history
I feel betrayed
By my teachers by my government
The values I grew up learning are mixed with human waste
I am sick
And weighed down
I feel used
I was taught that America is good
But there is no-one good, all have sinned and fall short
There is only one good, that is God, our Heavenly Father.
I’ve been used to prop up a false America
One that supports and approves of the way it has come about
One who’s schools have concealed the truth
From its children
And favors the colonists and the conquerors
And rationalizes atrocities and crimes
As if many virtuous acts could settle the matter
(And there is a vein of pure golden virtue that is wide and long and hidden ‘neath rubble)
My pride is brought low.
I am humiliated in the filth of our the past
My fall was the predicted outcome, the result of false pride
The bill is due
I will pay
Or I will look to the hills from which comes my help
True to the word of the prophets our nakedness has been exposed
All of our dignity is rendered useless and lies in dust
In distress I cry
Yet
While flattery is my enemy’s Trojan horse
Faithful are these wounds from my friend
From this bitter and humiliating truth
My true America may finally get up
At the end of her purging
With all her brilliant colors so long hidden
Tears still fresh on her beautiful face
Washed with the joy of a soul made clean
Arms lifting to the rising sun
America the Beautiful...
I love you