Asking for a friend
Looking for direction.
Years ago Living Colour asked, “Which way do I go to get to my America?”
Then there was Childish Gambino and his America.
My America differs from both.
My America isn’t about the wretched refuse.
Nor the hopeless.
Not even those tempest tossed.
No, my America is about freedom for those who agree with me. Who see crime as the problem and not a symptom.
The America I was raised in believes in God, guns, and enough guts to stomach the not so occasional lynching.
That’s my America.
Land of those free enough to spew their hate.
To stamp out dissent.
Because my America has good bones.
The oppressed make great building blocks.