I am caught in the cycle of my past.
My ancestors failed to break from the chains of despair, hopelessness and failures.
My inheritance is not the vast open fields, gold bars, or wondrous gems; that elusive dream they worked so hard for.
The sweat they spilled, the blood, it can flood lands as far away as far.
I’m breaking the chains.
I will no longer subject myself to the punishment, the injustice of everything around me.
In time chains rust, crack and break and too much time has elapsed, gone, never to be seen again.
Inside of me I’m planting my own flag, deep, so it never wavers.
I’m forming my own union, the United States of Me.
My Judicial branch will pass new laws.
I will sign and enforce them vigorously.
My nation will be the most powerful, the most hopeful, the most successful, annexing everyone who lives to be part.
Break the chains that from the past you drag.
Peel the scabs that once bled; the layers of ingrained misconceptions and confused ideologies.
See through your own lenses, your pupils are capable; the light will not blind you.
Free yourself and run.
Take everyone who follows with you, who sees.
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