Masks
“In America,” they say,
“We are all free, and all created equal to live in this utopia.”
It is just
masks.
For here, the inequality still lies.
We have never all been created equal.
Call me pessimistic,
Say that I only look at the bad in our country,
and that I should just focus on the good,
And I’ll just tell you, “
I don’t only see the bad,
but what is right in front of my face.”
For the upper class in this unfair,
poorly run country, this is a utopia,
but for the people of color living in forced poverty,
and the women losing their rights,
and the people being shamed by society to be who they feel they are,
it is just a masked prison
A prison where they were and still are pushed out of places like schools,
jobs,
and anywhere the racist community can
Push
Push
Push
For who were previously
not allowed to speak their language,
and are still given weird and bad vibes on
being them.
It is a mask for the women who have yet to be granted equal pay,
rights,
and
more.
For the women who are losing their right to themselves.
Their safety
and
their
life.
It is a mask for those who feel they were born inside of the wrong gender,
and for those who want to
love who they love.
For who are being shamed on this,
and who may lose the right
to be them, along with
the women trapped in our masks.
This is not what I would call a
utopia.
An equally created community.
A fair life.
Like the many heroes and activists have said,
I dream of a world where people won’t be judged by their skin,
but by their character.
And that we should no longer accept the things we cannot change,
but that we are changing the things we cannot accept.
And I know that I cannot accept
the violence
the racism
the inequality
the misogyny
and these masks of a utopia.
We have a right to a fair community,
if our country decides to take off
these covers.
These sheets.
These
Masks.