What If They ARE Not Like Us? Another Appeal To My Fellow Americans

 

What If They Are Not Like Us?

(or, Another Open Letter To My Fellow Americans)

an appeal by a female Faust

We’re told we all start out the same, 

We walk to school or take the bus,

We all daydream of fame

All see this shit is lame

Sticks & stones might break some bones

But words corrupt the mind

As useful to us as our phones

& just as hard to find

When they use the word ‘we’ as they steal and they lie

To mean only themselves, to not include you

Will we then maybe see — and I mean — you and  I

When it comes time to do — what we still — have to do

Thinking these people are like me & like you:

assumption baseless, a priori;

When in fact we’re an us they had better not trust, 

— to hear them tell the story