An Apology

Jessica Dooley

 I’m So Sorry

That your race does
Not
Limit your socioeconomic standing

That the accent you speak with does
Not
Negatively impact the way people perceive you

That the place you happened to be born in does
Not
Mean more than where you’re headed

That your religion you choose to practice does
Not
Cause people to assume you’re a terrorist

I'm
So
Sorry

That your sexuality has
Never
Been the reason you were ridiculed

That your parents’ nationalities have
Never
Made your life harder

That the amount of melanin in your skin has
Never
Caused you to be brutalized by police

That your genitalia has
Never
Lessened the salary you receive

I’m
So
Sorry

That since the day you were born
You were set up for success

That since the day you could walk
You were on the footpath to fame

That since the day you could talk
You were on the paved path to presidential speeches

That since the first day
That you could possibly remember
Your only hardship was to demand what you expected

Immigrants were expected to do the work “unfit” for you
Blacks, Latinos, and people of color were expected to serve you
Homosexuals were expected to not bother you
Homeless and poor were expected to stay hidden from you
Women were expected to submit to you
And you were only expected to expect

So I’m Sorry
To you, the few, white, privileged males
The pristine oligarchy
The prized diamond
in this tarnished crown of copper

But that tarnished copper
Is what my country is made of
That is what lady liberty is made of
She, who stands, in the very ocean
that the first settlers crossed to colonize this land

This land that you claim to be yours
But it isn’t
Just like this crown

And that same metal
That you once forced into your mold of a crown
Has now changed, oxidized
And that same oxygen
That once ruined your precious crown
Is what Americans have breathed for centuries

Breathed when they built the transcontinental railroad
Breathed when they worked the soil of your plantations
Breathed when they writhed in pain from the lashes of your whips
Breathed when they screamed for their suffrage

I’m So Sorry

Sorry that your crown will never just be composed of the materials you deem fit
Sorry that this nation is a mosaic of every gem and metal that is raw and unique
Sorry that we are a melting pot and not a refinery

So I am Sorry,
Sorry that you’ve never loved this nation the way it was always meant to be
Pure Just and Free