Get Offended

I remember starting off my first poem talking about my mother and how she came to America. The DACA act is one thing that has effected my life not only for my mom, but just in the mix of all this chaos that has been going on in the news. I always try to put myself in the other persons shoes and try to relate to certain issues. Something that I had encountered as I was doing my first poem was that I realized that this isn't my story to tell. My mother has gone through so much that she would have needed to put it into her own perspective. I decided to write my own poem from an outsiders perspective. I think white supremacy is something that we all think about but are cautious to talk about it. I basically decided to write my poem in the way where I combined the majorities opinions into one. I realized that some of these lines in my poem are quite offensive, which actually made me quite hesitant to write my poem in the first place. That is why I decided to call my poem" "Get Offended" in order to get into that mindset. I used a lot of poetic devices in order to get my point across. I used personification like, "the flower gets abducted by the soil she grew up in" in order to talk about slavery. I also added in imagery while I was explaining how the U.S. is like a melting pot, "With the roars of the Americans you call immigrants,With the punches of frustration that is interrogating the minds of the immigrants ,With the mouths of a foreign language although

At one point, Your ancestors language was the foreign one" I like to use imagery when explaining these kinds of things because it transform you into this mindset that I want you to keep throughout the poem.

  

We are the refugees you call terrorists
We are the Mexicans you call rapists
We are the Africans you call slaves
We are the founders of YOUR country that you call Pocahontas.
We’ve heard
We ’ve tasted
We’ve seen
We've felt the wounds
That are now scars
That become beautiful
Just like how a seed gets planted
Still grows

And as the plant grows 

The flower blossoms into something beautiful
Then the flower gets abducted by the soil she grew up in

Terra
Torture
Torment
Territory
Terror
Terrorism
Terrorist
For god's sake
You cause the tears to be drawn by the strongest of people
Tears
He made them cry tears of blood
The founding fathers that founded the “new world”
“They shouldn’t be worried”
“They came here illegally”
Just how YOUR people just came across a country
The goal was to trade
But at the end they traded the people
The people who are MY ancestors
Who are also YOUR ancestors 

It even says it in the name

United States of America
United States of Terror
Broken by boundaries
Tethered by territories 

Terrified of terrorists

My people.
They keep coming
And they keep going back
They go back because you say we are taking your jobs away
YOUR founding father was the one who stumbled upon America
who assaulted the natives and killed them with the hidden gems

You call us homeless
But it was your forefathers, 

founders of the “New World” who took us out of Our land and made US homeless
You
Intoxicated US
Raped US
Sold US
Lynched US
Because your people found out we were useless
Useless
Used
Use
You used US
History repeats itself,
But don’t you learn from your mistakes?
Oh wait
Your people haven’t learned that one yet
So how do you expect me to learn something that your people wrote for me.
You call us rapists
“They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. But some, I assume, are good people.”
You say we’re your favorite Mexicans
YOUR father raped the Africans and the Indians and the Arabs and then you get the alluring Puerto Rico.
And you STILL call it U.S. territory
A part of the United States
Part of the United States of Terror
You terrorist.

You call us terrorists?
We’re dangerous you say
YOU were the one who used used for the oil that you need to provide for your nation
At the end we just want to provide.
So doesn’t that just make YOU the terrorist?
You call us the names of our past
But what you don’t know is that you had a past
Your past as a rapist
Your past as a terrorist
Your past as an intoxicator
The past of MY people were affected by you
I wonder
Is the pot cracking because there are too many tongues?
Or is it cracking because of the defiance of my people?
The melting pot is cracking
With the roars of the Americans you call immigrants
With the punches of frustration that is interrogating the minds of the immigrants
With the mouths of a foreign language although
At one point
Your ancestors’ language was the foreign one
You can take us out
But you must take yourself out first
You’re superior for now
But with the defiance of MY people you will not take us out “your” America