In your eyes, I am not even an American, I am an African American but you want me to respect your American flag. I have fought and died in every single one of your wars, yet you deny me of the spoils you gained from those wars. The freedom, rights and justice that were attained through those wars were never afforded to me. Yet you get angry and mad because I refuse to stand, salute or show respect to your flag.
You see, I am not a fake like you. I can’t pretend to love what I don’t. That’s why I can’t stand through your national anthem and pay respect to your symbol of oppression. Your red, white and blue mean nothing to me; my heart is with the red, black and green.
You want this African America to respect your flag while you secretly and in many cases openly support the bigot Donald Trump. You want me to salute your flag when you cheered for the murder of Trayvon Martin. You push drugs and guns in my neighborhood then laugh and sip champagne as our young brothers kill each other. Then you send the cops in to help with the slaughtering.
No, I will not stand for something with so many stains from all the innocent blood you have shed. You might have brainwashed me to stand and fight with you against the peaceful Native Americans who did me no wrong. I was traumatized back then but I am awakened and I can think for myself. I will continue to be a buffalo soldier but not your buffalo soldier. I will be a buffalo soldier for my people, fighting against your evil, fighting against your oppression. Long live Dutty Boukman, long live Marcus Garvey.
I stand for the red, black and green; I stand with Colin Kaepernick. I refuse to stand for the red, white and blue; I refuse to stand with Colin Kaepernick.