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
