Immigrant by Dayanah Ahmwanah 🖤

I used to wish I was an immigrant
I wished I had the choice to flee
The opportunity to leave, this land forced upon me
The promised land that was taken from me, physically and in memory
Even on an immigrants worst day
they would be sent back
To that very same land
But I have no place to go
No place to call my home
If I was an immigrant
I wouldn’t be questioned on my status
Would get much more benefits
English would be my second language
If I was an immigrant
I would have dreams
Hope in this land that took the hope from me
Oh yes
I wished I was an immigrant
I wished I knew my history
Not just the one my oppressors gave to me
I wished I was given a chance to choose
If I wanted to pledge my allegiance
To this flag of the united states
But I was conditioned to believe
This country was founded
On love for the Lord
And equality
But the truth was , and is we still aren’t free
We have invisible chains
Definitely aren’t equal ,
Slaveowners families still living on the graves of my ancestors bodies
History books don’t talk about the ones
Who killed my people
Smashed our babies against rocks
Raped my women and young men
Put stripes on my men’s backs
The history books don’t talk about
The ones who forcefully led my ancestors to this country
Forced them to build these houses and business
Where the oppressors children are still thriving
While they continue to kill my babies
Lock up my strong black men
Like lions in cages
Taking the femininity and protection from my women
And dividing my families
Leading the ignorant
With false promises
Oh atleast an immigrant
Can say
They are where they have chosen to be
But I am where I am forced to be
I don’t have a way back to my homeland
They tell me I am black
But what is black?
There are 54 countries in Africa
With over 1,500 languages
And these oppressors think it’s enough
To tell me
I am African American
African by color
American by force
Regardless it’s a lie
Because I found the truth in Christ, my redeemer, from Genesis to Revelations
I found the truth in Deuteronomy 28: 68
I found the truth in revelations 2
In revelations 1
In Acts 13:1
I am an Israelite
Not just by faith
But by blood
A stranger in this land
But not for long
One day , soon I hope and I pray
If I endure and , keep the commandments and Yashayas testimony ,
I will make it to Yashayas feet , and make it into the kingdom of Ahayah The Almighty
Not as an american
Not as an immigrant
Not even as a black or mixed woman woman
Not an african
But an Israelite
a daughter of Ahayah
The Most High God ,
And a Good and
Faithfull Servant ,
Who walked in Christ’s perfect love 🖤