I hate you America
I hate you because you made me hate myself
I hate you because you make me suffer to feel included
I hate you for my childhood
things endured I didn’t know of
little and innocent at first
living and stumbling over obstacles you constructed
growing and developing under forces I couldn’t possibly fathom
a system created limiting a single mother’s resources and support whom served your country!
jailing her attempts at crying out for help
a model of success so great, you mass produced
this system placed me lost in a sea of misplaced and displaced kids
replaced within monetarily incentivized families
some more worst off than I was before I became their check
after all I’ve seen, how dare you tell me to believe in the American Dream
I see your true nature, but I am too small to be heard
America is an extrinsic valuator
truth is, America masquerades silently as a tolerated necessary evil
you wager participation
rewarded by opportunities of endless riches
and illusions of limitless freedoms
people cooperate blindly
hypnotized by promises of possibilities
while the nefarious systems subjugate and take from you unwittingly
staking hubris over humanity
choosing possessions over people
pain alleviated by payment
America is like dealing with the Devil
all the grand excesses and successes followed by the small fine print of-
sacrificing your soul for a heart too busy to consider people outside of your own rations pursuits and struggles
and being able to rationalize your preferences of self
a heart appearing full by temporary and circumstantial desires in the guise of love
a deceptive agreement granting the ability to practice any religion
fooled by seemingly infinite freedoms
and invisible yet cleverly written limitations
reinforced by structured imprisonments and impediments
while taking the intrinsic incentive of impacting true change support and community
negating the collective and cordoning off consciousness
following red herrings
while walking within redlines
until red in the eyes from the incessant overnight flights to and from the obsession of acquisitions
America, you blind your followers and muffle your competitors
choosing your spokesman methodically
and citizens unknowingly are members of the biggest cult on earth
that acts as an umbrella over all other ‘identity and idea’ cults of liberty and justice for some
because truly you know, all things aren’t created equal
after all, you crafted and created it to be as such
and for this and many more things, I hate you
you are the epitome of intolerable cruelty
only incentive changes you
strategy is your heart, not compassion
no matter how rich you can make me
money isn’t everything
but you tax my every second
so it is damn near impossible for me to believe that it isn’t
because I have to work compulsively to acquire life
that hyper driven work distracts me from your cunning
too busy to see, I can only look as I drive by
because a second lost shows up when bills come due
You embody Buddhism’s Afflictions
Rasta’s Babylon
Religion’s Satan
and Egypt’s Set
citizenship with you has only ever been a contract of my soul
I do not identify with you
you delude and allure me
you suppress and oppress me
you abandon and neglect me
you infect and reject me
you are the mirage of desire
you are the token security of promise
you are the insecurity of inferiority
you are the law of shackles
you are the silver tongue of hypocrites
you are the compass of misdirection
you are the source of pollution
you are the tranquilizer of consciousness
you are the erosion of the spirit
you are the calloused heart
you are the jaded eyes
you are the poison of sugar
you are the rhetoric of misinformation
you are the instigator of hate
you are the coconspirator of injustice iniquity inequity and inequality
you are the exploiter of culture, the thief of history, and conqueror of countries
you are the deluder creating dilution, delusions, and the disillusioned
you are the inclusion of seclusion, exclusion, and excuses
you are the paragon of procured problems profited from
you are the pacemaker of profiteers and politicians
you are the platform of all illusions
and the plague of illusions peril
the plunge of civility, humanity, and one’s soul
you give birth to insanity
and here I am
because you know what?
though you are incapable of change
I love that I hate you enough to believe I can change you
I think I’m more in love with hating you than I once was with hating myself
remember that?
you created me
and I would love to be the reason you fall in love with hating me
more than the energy you put into allowing me to do it for you
you’ll remember me one day
not as a Patriot
but as a Patient sick enough to save the Doctor
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