Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations

The American Dream

America;
How I resent thee.
Enemy... What have you to offer?
"The American Dream"
You say to me.
"The American Dream!"
You cry.
"The American Dream?"
Who are you to deceive.

I suppose the world has only darkened...
I suppose we all hide behind glittering masquerade masks of feigned beauty...
I should have known—
"The American Dream?"
An utopia of impossibility.
"The American Dream?"
Utter falsehood.

No, there is no "American Dream."
Only broken teenagers down the dark New York allies, using every thieved penny on black heroine.

No, there is no "American Dream."
Only mothers placing their infants on the doorstep of our lonely orphanages.

No, there is no "American Dream."
Only veterans without arms and their families, without home.

No, there is no "American Dream."
Only starvation, and gangs, and cruelty.

There is no such thing as "The American Dream."
Just old men worrying about all the wrong things.
Sitting 'round bickering about where we should be.
Destroying our ancestors' proud legacy.

Screw Politics! Screw law! Screw the idea of perfection.
Where will it get us but alone in transgression?

We do not STAND for diversity,
We scorn it.
Originality? Variety? Differentiation?
We abandon.
Individuality is lost in our fear of the individuality we don't understand and

We choose to be afraid of what we do not know,
And lose our fear in a hateful show.

We blockade our boarders
We criticize
We stereotype.
We draw lines on the canvases of humanity that are not blank—
No, not blank at all.
We just refuse to see the art in other's calls.

We cut out the color in our lives
And choose to live in black and white,
Because we don't have the stomach for embracing broken light.

"The American Dream..."
"The American Dream..."
"The American Dream?"

How preposterous the idea
That we should believe
The rare absurdity of
"The American Dream."

Yet people from all over,
The approach our border,
Fighting for a whim on a supposed promised future...
"The American Dream!"
They cry.
"The American Dream,"
They'll never find.

Why keep speaking of
"The American Dream?"
This masquerade mask
Of empty vanity.

Then there is the recognized absolute epitome;
There is no such thing as "The American Dream."

You can preach it!
You can say it!
You can tell it to your children!
Teach it as a lesson
of the world you still believe in.

But wake up, can't you see?
Welcome to reality.
Is this who we were meant to be?

Did our ancestors foretell this?
Did they warn us, did they not!
How could we remain so blind
While our entire country died?

"The American Dream!"
Don't kid with me.
I won't pertain your fantasy.

Then there is the recognized absolute epitome;
There is no such thing as "The American Dream."

I will not lie. I will not wear your mask.
I'll take in my pride, and won't do as you ask.
I know I am different, and I'm not black and white.
And I don't care if you hide when you can't comprehend my mind.