america never was America — (Promises #1)

America is an empty promise. Designed by eyes willfully blind. Built by lives forcefully bound. America has never absolved itself of the inconvenient past carved in blood and ink, Or of the shameful present created day after day. America cannot escape the self-constructed labyrinth of delusional exceptionalism, Convinced of its divine mandate and righteous fire. […]


I suppose that I was tired. Tired of hearing about grandparents from Ireland, Sicily, Gujarat, Hanoi Tired of listening to tales of courageous ancestors who entered Ellis island without knowing a lick of English, crossed the desert border under moonlight, braved the Straits of Florida on makeshift rafts. So I paid. Blood money, to be […]