my heart raced

tripping over the melee of butterflies in my stomach

like i was running a marathon.

only the finish line was either a grassy plain

with polka-dots of yellow and purple wildflowers

or a footpath

only wide enough for those

with chalk-colored skin

an eye for women

and a dick.

in the land of castles, emerald plains

and the loch ness monster

trying to shut out the voices that ask

how i was really feeling about having a trumped suit

in a game of solitaire.

plugging my ears from the people of other nations

have your own opinion have your own opinion have your own opinion

i get it. i promise.

i just dont care what you have to say.

im sorry.

whether you believe it or not

this will affect me more than you.

and will affect others more than myself.

so dont peak when you see my hand bleed.

a twisted form of entertainment

trying to make me pay to watch what you thought

was another episode of “the apprentice.”

because when this is over

you can run

back to your countries.

sitting next to my american sisters

a laptop computer screening our futures

as sugar lines my teeth and tongue

something sweet to taint the sourness in the room

clock ticking away minutes to our demise

the map of our country slowly bleeding red

in places we never thought they would.

crimson realizations of what america is becoming

what america will soon stand for

and the little progress we’ve made

slips

through

our

fingers.

salt water staining the cheeks of my arabic friend

as our country bleeds redder and redder

for fear of what will become of her beautiful family.

confusion.

fear.

utter uncertainty.

Laughing in the days to follow

at the ones who made our country bleed

and theyre pitiful excuses to defend themselves

because “theyre not racist”

and yet members of the KKK stand by his side.

“theyre not homophobic”

and yet his right hand man will be the one

advocating for homosexual rehabilitation.

think america.

think about what youve done to us.