Day 10: Breaking What Chains Authentic America to the Ground by Sarah Said

We have entered an era… where we find ourselves chained to the ground.

‘Murica flipped its middle finger to the public as election results came in

Communities digging graves to bury their own voices by believing fake promises

My heart sank, this may be the beginning of the end of freedom to the end of us

Arab, Muslim, Female, Neurodivergent… look out… your identity is a threat.

New policies are here to chain your authenticity to the ground.

America attended its own funeral with the 

The brim of a black hat

Dusty eyes

Pursed Lips

And a cold front

Foreshadowing what we feared

Chaining ourselves to our couches paralyzed in a nightmare

We married a narcissist.

We were love bombed..

And now, suddenly walking on eggshells with the fear of making the wrong mistake

As who we were before wasn’t good enough anymore being ourselves is scary

With the flame of orange hues, a faulty electric charge and a bad haircut

The extermination of our pre-marital being began

The chains are getting tighter.

Fears of the people I care about

Gone in a day or a night

You can’t speak.

You can’t learn.

You can’t love.

You can’t be.

You can panic.

You can hide.

Your arms to embrace yourself and others now held in lock and key.

Everything becomes a deal.

Gaza...genocide… to them,  pawns on a chess board that we paid for

Humanity covered by a dark cloud of ashes, smoke and blood

Deafening their ears from the screaming and pleading of many generations

as they continue to play this deadly game

Laughs on building a resort- structures of fake gold and rancid sin

Adding tariffs to create their reality with giggles

Human decency locked up.

Wanting to speak the language of our hearts

In an English only country

Where your first amendment rights are gone

Wanting to educate the minds 

Of our youth.. 

“As long as we don’t mention DEI” with a sick wink

A scary navigation into our future

Where do we land?

We can’t see through the blackened fog of distress

Chaining hope to the ground.

We get fed up…

‘Murica will slowly wake up to its own self destruction and annihilation 

With its chorus of “We didn’t sign up for this…”

The voices wake up

By our ancestors beckoning us to stand up

We won’t be fooled

We let loose from the imprisonment of our intellect.

And we protest.. With unity, resistance, and joy

Bringing faith alive again

A revolution that Authentic America began- breaking the chains that hold it to the ground