I Am

I am Goddess.

I am Artist.

Yet I wonder why empires fall

Like shattering plates of porcelain

On the floor their pieces sprawl

Everyone's racing to their end

There's no such thing as infinite growth

In God we trust was our oath

HE shows up in every sleazy politician's boast

Yet in practice, around the nation our Lord is a ghost

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I am Goddess.

I am Artist.

I want Freedom like lovers kissing in the park

Yet the shackles on our minds ceases to break

I want the nation to wake up to truth's spark

Yet oppression's overseer makes my soul ache

I yearn for our people to find the way out of this cave

I wish the sum of us knew how to be brave

MLK, JFK, brother Malcolm, countless others; Oh, the sacrifice they gave

For a dream where no American citizen is a slave

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I am Goddess

I am Artist

I understand that the truth isn't a pretty face

I say of reality, the truth fits

Our nation's self-destruction is imminent if we maintain this pace

Why isn't freedom more worthy than all the glitz?

I crave for a peace more profitable than war

We keep voting for a President, but swear in Washington as our Czar

A country of misguided Patriots and second-class pawns we are

Yet peace remains my mission; freedom my North star.

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I pretend to cater to fragile egos with the all-knowing light of my eyes

Still the inherent beauty of my truth is invisible

Ignored

And my heart slowly dies

Bones brittling into dust

Death smiles; I groan in disgust

Skin crackles drier than the Sahara

Will my children live to see the next generation?

Oh, the horror.

I am Goddess.

I am Artist.