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America
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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.
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.
