Free America

So this is me but not me. My friend Sopphey Vance is participating in April thingy. She had to Guest Post on somebodies blog. So she chose mine. It is with great honor I present Sopphey Vance writing as Nathan Alan Schwartz.
You can read her blog at sopphey.onimpression.com She is a great blogger check her out. 

I was busily minding my own business writing poems about mornings and flowers when my senses alerted me to a story in my inbox. A story about a young man going to LA and meeting a sweet black girl that made his heart tear a bit.

It reminded me a lot of those not-to-distant revolutionary times when social, economic, and spiritual services were color coded to suit a heirachy of paler color power. Those times anger me, for many reasons. First, color is just a color, people are people and they're all the same inside. Second, the paler color power has reigned for so long in every country on this planet.

Third, no one group has a right to hold supremacy of this planet. It's called evolution, and all revolutionary times lead to the one conclusion: change. Especially in America, home of the free. I'm so angry that I write poems about it. Here's one.

Free America

Not free enough to walk around
With my brown friends around
The bend where the white folks
Dance on their polished floors
Going in circles, circles with
Their custom made gold heels
Tailored upholstery to match
Their neat and composite thinking
Not free enough to walk around
Not free to be American
We're slaves to their judgement
Martyrs to their dollars
Bottom feeders to their
Nothing but a race in their surveys
Granting them special race money
To fund their Elephant bone buttons
On their silk and leather pockets