Dear America (Poetry)

By Jesus Cortez

 

Dear America,

this is your Dreamer,

the one who was your

nightmare,

the one you attempted

to deny entry into your heart,

into your Promised Land;

remember when you

attempted to cut my

tongue for asking questions?

when I dared to look

into your eyes with anger,

when I showed my dark skin

outside of my allowed space…

I remember those eyes

from teachers, from the police,

from those on the street…

and now here I stand, a Dreamer—

until I remind you that I am

still your nightmare,

with my words, with my speech

in your language, but

with my voice.

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