Dear America,
I want to love you.
Pretend your faults don’t exist.

Forge a baseless pursuit of pride into existence
While I dwell in the blind comfort you assist.

But I cannot leave a silent trace
Where I dismiss my moral responsibility.

I want to believe in a place
In which color invites no hostility.

I must pursue the spark within.

One I cannot articulate
But allow to grow slowly and surely.

For the state of unrest
Is what brings change.

Dear America,
We must forge a reality
Where we reside in harmony.