LISTEN TO THIS. The American dream is made of quicksand The harder you fight, the further youre buried Sinking below a prison complex that uses fourth grade reading scores to project the number of cells needed ten years later Someone explain the difference Between convicts in the prisons And victims of the system Something is missing The commissioner is using people as commission See, capitalism is like a fisherman that keeps you coming back to the lake Keep at least a quarter of the population hungry Work to devour your check And then tax half the fish you get Not recognizing the pennies under our feet when we walk Like Lincoln was just a stepping stone towards freedom How ironic; we put his face on the only coin with colored skin When white America did not prosper until it was colored in The American dream is my breath stretching over oceans trying so hard to not forget my homeland The American dream is me being black and poor in Virginia, confused by the term Commonwealth The American dream is being born wrapped into a star-spangled banner with a red hole in it The American dream is teaching in a school with more barricades than books Building a wall when were all brick layers for the same idea But Ive learnt the price for having an ocean on your tongue Because even when you have all of your papers The rock and hard place of a country that wants to cut you out Will always win when it shoots This is the fruit of our founding fathers But after strawberry season, we go president-picking in November Its the distraction that makes it hard for the masses to remember That the Declaration of Independence is dependent on race and gender But we all breathe the same We must make dream-catchers of our hands Weaving our fingers like baskets of prayers Our actions are the only way our dreams will live Whether its poems, presidents or pain Being content is like taking naps in your own grave The American dream is struggling The American struggle is dreaming The struggling American dreams Understand When the security is a lot more political than it is social Who you are will always clash with whom a society beckons of you Wishing for white picket flesh While living with section 8 bones On the wasteland of the free Home of the brave Hand over your heart like a small pox blanket The American dream is institution It is immigrant experience Or experience immigration People are more concerned about my students being documented than they are about them being human From Arizonas SB 1070 To New Yorks Stop-and-Frisk America, show us your papers Who documented your dreams? Because the work of our hands and how we decide to shape this world is the deciding difference between drowning and dreaming And when we finally reach the surface That will be Americas Greatest nightmare.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 15:54:43 +0000
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