I bleed red, white and blue, But will it bleed for me or you? Will the sins of days past Rest upon those deemed less? Rejected my ancestor’s identity, Culture and pride, To be part of the promise land, Clutching firm to the flag. A man with two countries, Has a conflicted heart. Lose that accent. Lose those guaraches. Lose those memories, And make room for the flashy, Super sized life. Don’t you know you have started a war From within my heart and skin? In order to succeed you must take apart, That which makes you anything other than American. No blond hair or blue eyes, No fancy clothes or ties, No representation of any kind. Might as well accept that you are the villain, Never the hero, no matter how you are living. America, we love you, do you love us back? Can you showcase those who helped build you With sweat, tears and knuckles with the sun on their backs? Can we go a day without another attack? Can we go a moment with love, Empathy and gratitude to those you deemed less? All while trying to get a slice of THE dream? A man with two flags walks the loneliest of roads, Never whole for either but loyal to both. Loving his new land as he walks on a one-way road. Land of the free, Home of the brave, If you are not exploitable, You won’t be saved.