Pulled together so tightly we can't breath.

“It will never work!”
Is what is yelled through the the television.
Discrimination, Discrimination, Differentiation

Pulled together so tight we begin to fight.
Words fly like bullets,
leaving wounds in the unspoken truth of our Country.
His glances,
they speak to me,
No, they hit me.
They run up to me.
They yell at me!... and tell me I am not accepted.
They punch me!... and as I begin to fall they tell me once again to go away.

“It will never work!”
...If you never want it to.
You tell me your trying.
You tell me what is happening is so wrong.
You tell them to stop.
Yet you are the one who forgets the words he spoke before he left.
When he walks by an immigrant and mumbles hurtful words.

Pulled together too tightly.
I think I was lied to.
I wasn't suppose to be accepted but I am.
Some do care.
The voices of hurt tend to be so strong.

This is a country of freedom.
This is a country open to change.
A country open to diversity,
of people,
history,
and names.

I may not be understood.
That is why I am willing to explain.
I may not always be accepted.
That is why I am willing to wait.

I look around.
I listen.
I hear voices from around the world and see faces that I know.
Your bullets don't hurt US anymore.
Well because I am not alone.
I have a country I can finally call home.
I've found a place were everyone isn't like me.
Where everyone is like him or her you see.
I have found diversity.
I have ignored the rest.

Immature.
Ignorant,
and mean are the names I think fit you best.

So stop all the hating.
The discrimination and such.
Lets live in peace,
not you
not me
but us.