
Author
Poet
Screenwriter
Hoodlum
Breeze Vincinz
BREEZE LOVE SOUL
AMERICAN CARNIVALE
© Breeze Vincinz
I was given to you
I am not asking for what is not there
I am not asking for what is not fair
I was given to you
I am not going to resurface your gleam
I am not going to concede to your means
I was given to you
I am not going to replant your flowers
I am not going to sweeten your sour
I was given to you
I am not a reflection of your insecurities
I will demand that you acknowledge me
Because I was given to you
And I called you my home
And I rested my head in your hands
And you’ve all I’ve ever known
Because I was given to you
There were so many circumstances
I bleed a kaleidoscope of hatred
As I walk across this circus land
That was given to me
This is a poem I wrote a while back in response to a news piece about the discrimination immigrants face when they come to America. Fast forward several years, and the intention of this song has grown to a rabid tiger’s cry. Where it might have been a simple poem about fringe incidents involving extremist ideology, in today's politics, I almost view it as an “Immigrant Anthem” to be screamed at national events. And considering that the majority of Americans are immigrants in one way or another, I do view it as a “National Anthem Replacement” or maybe “The Star Strangled Banner.” Hearing through AI, I can also hear another interpretation, that of a kid who is not being appreciated by their adoptive parents. Which I guess is another form of immigration, I suppose...
Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes
This is a poem I wrote a while back in response to a news piece about the discrimination immigrants face when they come to America. Fast forward several years, and the intention of this song has grown to a rabid tiger’s cry. Where it might have been a simple poem about fringe incidents involving extremist ideology, in today's politics, I almost view it as an “Immigrant Anthem” to be screamed at national events. And considering that the majority of Americans are immigrants in one way or another, I do view it as a “National Anthem Replacement” or maybe “The Star Strangled Banner.” Hearing through AI, I can also hear another interpretation, that of a kid who is not being appreciated by their adoptive parents. Which I guess is another form of immigration, I suppose...







