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America, why do you hate me? When you were building your houses On the backs of my kinfolk You had no issue with the color of my skin.

America, why do you rape me? You incite violence with Your need to control my body And police my gender.

America, why don’t you love me? I’ll never fully understand why My ability to fall in love with any person Fuels the hatred in your heart.

America, why can’t you see me? I was born in your bosom, Fragile and delicate, And blindly left in your care.

America, how can you hate me And still claim to be The Land of the Free?

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