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America


by Angel Ku

I wonder if it can sense my fear?

My body is wet and cold

I wake covered in my own sweat

I pledge allegiance to its Flag

A blinding frustration keeps me awake at night

Blurring out realities and beating down courage

I recall those nights

looking to the heaven

Yearning to dive into them

search for diamonds

I push off the earth, but my feet are glued to the ground.

An Angel with no wings

Instead I fall

Fall into my father’s footsteps

I see through his eyes

his rages

his yearning to leave

to escape the scorch of those words

the twist a stomach makes when humiliation falls our your back

We feel the oils burn our backs as it falls from their tongues.

They move in the cloak of dawn

They glider under the banner of the Red White and Blue

Freedom crucified for security

United, their nation under God.

As a sacrifice we purchase survival with dreams

but what is survival without freedom.

Underneath the gloss and gold

Where the legacies of courage and struggle rest,

Lives hope.

The hope I pray for as I kiss my cross.

A mother’s gift to her son.

I close my eyes the dream picks up where reality stopped.

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