We the People, But Only Some
By Breckyn Forcey
They love to quote the Constitution
Like a sacred spell,
Like it makes them holy.
Like parchment paper
Protects them
From accountability.
“We the People,”
They say,
But only if
You vote the right way.
Love the right people.
Pray to the right God
In the right language
On the right land
That they stole.
They frame the First Amendment
On courtroom walls
But arrest the girl
With the cardboard sign.
They teach freedom of speech
Then punish students
For saying Black Lives Matter
Too loudly in the hallway.
They pledge allegiance
To the Second Amendment
But stay silent
When bullets find a classroom
Before breakfast.
They guard the Constitution
Like it’s a body
But only remembers it exists
When it’s convenient
For their power.
Where’s due process
When families are torn apart
At borderlines
They drew in blood?
Where’s equal protection
When a woman’s body
Is legislated
State by state
Like a zoning map?
Where’s freedom
When drag is a crime
But white nationalism
Gets a podium?
The Consitution is not a costume.
You don’t get to wear it
Only on holidays
Or campaign ads.
It is not your flag to wave
While you burn
Everyone else’s.
“We the People,”
Means all of us.
Not just the straight,
The rich,
The loud,
The loudest,
The armed.
It mean the queer teen
Writing poems in her bedroom
Because school isn’t safe.
It means the trans kid
banned from bathrooms
And ballots
And basic decency.
It means the immigrant mother
Who still believes in liberty
Even when liberty
Doesn’t believe in her.
It means the protestor
On the front line
With pepper spray lungs
And paper-thin hope
Still chanting
Like it matters.
Because it does.
Because the Constitution
Is not a trophy,
It’s a promise.
And promises
Mean nothing
If they aren’t kept
For everyone.
So don’t hand me a flag
and call it freedom
If you’re just going to
Wrap it around my mouth.
Don’t quote the Founders
If you ignore
The founding lie.
Because I read the Constitution
Like a question.
And I’m still waiting
For the answer
To sound like justice.