I don’t seem to care for the star-spangled banner.
I am not an American citizen, no matter where my place of birth is. I don’t feel patriotic or inspired by a country that has done so much cruel and horrible things to other people because they were not white. I cannot feel like an American, not because of what I was, but it’s more about who I really am.
That’s why I’m leaving the country that oppressed me since the day I was born and moving to a country that will not judge me on who I am, but will accept me for the man I am to become.
Don’t be too angry with me for leaving, but know that as long as you are not what they want you to be, you will never be happy.
Prompt #27. A story that features a song or poem.