America is lost and

no longer knows herself,

but truly did she ever?

 

Land of the white and

home of the male.

My skin is a traitor,

my body a prisoner.

 

When we we have been dismantled

and there is nothing left worth saving,

will we admit we were wrong then?

 

I know no home.

I know no land.

I am an agent of those

fighting to be free.