Love letter to the land known as America,
Today when the nation celebrates your rapist, the figurehead that symbolizes the genocide that followed after his ships.
The ships that danced on an ocean with death and destruction like wind in the sails of the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria.
Today while parades are thrown in his honor ... your children, your descendants the ones that were here,brown like the land, before it was discovered, and the children you adopted after they were stolen and forced to pour their blood and tears into your soil, we shall mourn for you.
We love you. Broken. And scarred.
We will light candles
Remember our ancestors
Tell our children truths not in your books
We will remind them, that although the the face of America is capitalism, greed, bigotry, misogyny, entitlement and hate, personified in the being of Trump...
...THIS LAND IS OUR LAND
this land is MY land
From California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made BY you and me
Daughter of the indigenous and descendant of the enslaved