The Irony of Democracy
She's sleeping now as I watch
her; angelic, innocent—most
importantly—happy.
How do I tell her? It's become a
type of obsession.
How do I tell her? My nights are
spent rearranging phrases;
hoping for a turn of events.
How do I look her in the eyes
and explain what freedom
means in our country?
"I'm sorry love," I sing to her
while she rests, “for bringing
you into the world already at the
bottom."
And she will grow, stretch like
the limbs of the great sequoias.
Her classes will be filled with
dreams and motivations. Reach
for the stars; you can achieve
anything, just warped, candy-
coated reflections of the
diminishing American Dream.
And when she grows she will
detest me—if only momentarily
—for my lack of social standing.
"Why does life have to be so
hard?" she will cry, her teenage
feet will stomp with more force
than they did as a child, and the
cheap clothes dressing her
ever-changing body will be
nothing more than a reminder.
They will be nothing more than
a suffocating cage of fabric.
How do I tell her, I slaved to
climb the executive ladder, and
failed to get any higher?
"I'm so sorry; love, for not
representing the nation's elites,
but falling into the poverty of the
masses." I will whisper in
response to her distress.
I tried! I wanted to give you a
decent life; I wanted to give you
a head start for achievement!
The drive to succeed for her is
almost unbearable.
She's sleeping now as I watch
her; she only recently learned
how to walk.
Still, my nights are spent
stringing the thoughts and
words together; wishing our
lives were better; wishing that I
could shield her.
Soon, she will learn how small
her voice sounds in comparison
with the screams of the nation.
How do I tell her?
Instead,
I kiss her forehead, and tuck her
in.
Copyright © Courtney Ivie | Year Posted 2013
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