by Millie
Crashing waves call her name, start digging her grave.
Call the time,
She’s cold,
She could have been mine.
Take a breath, take a knee,
Observe what you see,
Like a bird, swimming through a breeze,
I take a moment, silence succeeds,
“Wow, look at this world underneath me.”
The moment is sad and strangely sweet,
She simply skitters away from me,
Far,
Far,
Far away,
Fly the flag,
The flag you praise,
Fly it halfway.
We mourn what we have tried to achieve,
Hear our prayers clear as can be,
Please, Please, Please.
My rivers of tears storm in fear,
I scream,
She’s not yet dead to me!
“Please god, hear my name,
Listen to the whispers,
Listen to the pain,
Listen to the prayers, for all,
For all who fought,
For all who prayed,
For all who have paved the way,
To even step foot in the United States,
I pray we get to see the day,
The day the dream crawls back to me,
The day she arrives and breaks us free,
The day we will achieve the American Dream.”