Dear America
DEAR AMERICA
I might be naïve of your ways
But your decision killed me
I might fight to be there
Yet you won’t let me be
But when I recall those days
When I gave up eating, clothing and sleep
Saving to come and have a look at you
I hate the fact that now it’s all wasted.
I know your love reaches beyond what eyes can see
But packing me back home is just not fair
When I have knocked at your doors
Sending me back won’t give both of us a peace of mind
Yet me I will die of hunger
Yes I will be home but with nothing to hold me high
Nothing I call my own
Dear mother America
I want to tell you that I am not a rebel
I won’t cause harm but will work
I won’t be a disgrace but a labour
For mother America,
With your help
She went to school
She was fed
She was clothed
She smiled to see come home with a toy
A sweet
A story
An adventure
For you provided for me and I provided for her
Yet mother of all
I want to say lam so sorry
Sorry that my country has caused you sadness
Has caused many to suffer
To die
But please don’t punish me
I ask to be forgiven
Not for the sake of my returning to my country
But for the fact that no one will welcome me
Like you have always done
Not for my pride
But for the sake of those who need me
Like I need you for I am scared
Afraid of my own country
Can’t you just for this once save me?
Mother America?
Copyright © Phionah Renitah | Year Posted 2017
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