libertyy

college jungkook

Originally posted by jeonify

  • first things first
  • i wanna start a seventeen au blog? because my faves??
  • and then everyone will only request like wonwoo and vernon and joshua and jihoon
  • but SURPRISE I ONLY WRITE FOR THE PERFORMANCE UNIT BECAUSE THEY ARE WONDERFUL AND LOVELY AND PERFECT IN EVERY WAY
  • okay anyway
  • jeongguk
  • my son jeongguk
  • he’s like i’m a pretty intelligent kid,,, i should go to college
  • definitely wanna avoid stuff with english because gross that’s such a weird language like what’s up with this i before e that has more exceptions than words that follow the rule??
  • and idioms wth
  • definitely don’t wanna do something with math better to avoid at all costs actually
  • probably wanna avoid something that has a lot of hard complicated formulas too
  • tbh jeongguk is really thinking art but then people tell him he’s gonna starve on the street because people nowadays don’t value culture and aesthetics and put money before everything
  • so jeongguk is like well the only valid option would obviously be
  • biochemical engineering
  • that’s right my dudes
  • and his parents are like dude wth that’s like combining all the things you specifically said you don’t wanna do in the future but when jeongguk gets his mind set on something, well damn he gets his mind set on something and now jeongguk can think of nothing better to do then biochemical engineering
  • he’s like wow i cannot wait to *googles what biochemical engineering majors actually do*
  • and his family is so so concerned but they’re like whatever we will let him live his dreams tbh,,,
  • honestly i can see ouran au in the near future…
  • but anyway!!
  • jeongguk is like um yikes well community college does not have my major so it’s probably a good idea to apply for some universities
  • tbh jeongguk doesn’t even mean to apply for an american school, he thinks the school that he’s looking at is an international school in korea?? but no no no it’s a school off in the grand old USA, and he doesn’t seem to get that fact
  • so boy done applies there, not realizing what the heck he’s signed up for
  • surprise, guess what school ends up giving him the most money
  • that’s right, the american one does
  • and that’s when jeongguk realizes that the school is in america because wait just one minute here that picture on this email most definitely looks like the statue of liberty
  • i could really see jeongguk doing college in new york because wow!! he is such a lively and fun-loving, confident kid and new york city is my favorite place in the world i’ve been there twice so i can say that in all confidence
  • but like also it has so much to do so his thirst for adventure and fun would never be quenched and he would always have something to do?
  • from like going to the famous museums or shopping downtown or all those wild food trucks?? and also like broadway my love omg
  • and so for this au he goes to american school in new york!! his parents are so willing to send him over tbh because new york is rad and in this au he has like an aunt and uncle over there who live like three hours away or something so his family know that he always has someone to count on if he ever needs someone\
  • he also has another person to count on,,,
  • his roommate,,,
  • park jimin,,,
  • it is to be noted that this isn’t in relation to the other college au’s because i am so inconsistent :)
  • anyway jeongguk flies over and he’s like wow college i am in love except he gets lost on the way to his dorm tbh and he probably ends up knocking on the wrong dorm door and he walks in on seokjin,,, standing there shirtless,,, taking selfies
  • and jeongguk is liKE OMG HI THERE UM YIKES GOTTA BLAST
  • and jin is pretty chill he gets all red but he’s like “um,,, you aren’t taehyung?”
  • “no i’m jeon jeongguk, i thought this was my room but i guess nOT”
  • and jin is like mom mode activated and he’s like hold lemme get a shirt on and then i can help you find your actual dorm there child
  • jeongguk gets all pouty and he crosses his arms over his chest like i am not a child i am an adult okay
  • but nah jeongguk is still a baby
  • anyway jin is like oh you’re roommates with jimin, that’s awesome, he’s such a sweetheart he’s in wellness walking club with me and we have acapella and cooking clubs together, and also-
  • jin is interrupted because jimin comes to the door and his eyes are all red and puffy and he sniffles “oh you’re here seokjin.”
  • and jin is like !!!
  • and jeongguk is like ???
  • jimin is all upset because he thought his roommate wasn’t gonna show up and he was gonna be alone the entire year and when he sees that jeongguk is his roommate he like tackles him and he’s smiling and jeongguk is screaming that he’s being attacked
  • but him and jimin are actually really close and they love each other very much and they spend nights talking about their crushes and sneaking taehyung into their room and talking about life back home and their families
  • jeongguk probably gets into a lot of clubs he seems like someone who would spread himself thin trying to do everything
  • he would definitely be in anime club
  • there is no doubt about it and everyone there worships him because he’s hot as hell and they probably try to make him get up and cosplay as something dumb like sasuke or something
  • can he be ritsu kassanoda too yikes
  • yes he can it’s my au
  • okay besides weeb club he would be in the wellness walking club which will now make an appearance in every single au i write
  • also ends up joining the soccer team okay and he plays goalie and damn he’s amazing he pitches shut out after shut out and his coach is like man how’d you get so good at this?? what kind of prodigy school did you go to?
  • and jeongguk just smirks like “dancing”
  • he would be on the dance team with hoseok and jimin too when it’s the “off season” for soccer (but when is there actually an off season)
  • goes to meditation club but nobody knows about this one tbh because like wow yes he’s a genius and yes he’s an amazing soccer player
  • but damn his major is hard and he does so much on top of school that he totally wears himself out but he doesn’t know how to say no to people or put himself and his health first sometimes
  • he’s not very good at sharing his feelings either so everyone always thinks he’s confident, smiling jeongguk when in reality he’s struggling to keep it together
  • and that my friends, is where you come in
  • you and jeongguk have art history together right?
  • you have this little baby crush on jeongguk right because who wouldn’t, he’s absolutely stunning?
  • but he has little everyone fawning over him and you’re like there is no way that he would notice me in a class this size, with people like that ogling over him? like what the heck
  • okay but class is ending and you need to talk to your professor really quick so you’re in no rush to pack up your bags
  • you kinda notice jeongguk taking his time too? but you’re like maybe he needs something too
  • but then there’s this loud thud and you spin around and jeongguk is on the floor, totally unconscious
  • you scream a bit and run over to him and you kneel on the ground and you shake him gently but boy is gone, he is completely passed out
  • your professor is calling someone to come and collect him or something??
  • you keep shaking him and calling his name and you’re like omg please be okay please be okay
  • the professor is like the phone isn’t working i’m gonna run and get someone please wait here with him
  • and he rushes out the door
  • you keep shaking jeongguk and you’re so stressed out but luckily for you he seems to be coming to his senses
  • yah, he’s definitely stirring and you can hear his breathing start to pick up
  • you help him up and you put his head on your lap so that he’s more comfortable and stuff
  • idk i’ve never passed out, only like for a few seconds so
  • but anyway his eyelids flutter open and maybe he wasn’t as knocked out at you thought he was?
  • he looks up at you and he smiles so softly and you can tell that he’s very confused and still out of it and you’re not even sure he’s actually awake?? and like mentally conscious??
  • “oh my god are you okay”
  • he nods and he closes his eyes again but he seems more aware and like awake??
  • “i forgot to eat” he mumbles and he exhales real slow
  • when the paramedics come, jimin is in tow
  • and yes, he confirms that now that he thinks about it, jeongguk hadn’t been eating, he was so busy with schoolwork and extracurriculars
  • poor jimin blames himself and jeongguk weakly tells him that he’s perfect and fine and did nothing wrong
  • they leave with jeongguk right?
  • jimin turns to you and he gives you a tight hug and you’re like !!!
  • “you saved my best friend oh my god thank you so much”
  • he gives you his number so he can update you about jeongguk and keep you posted about everything
  • jimin does just that tbh and he’s always like here is a picture of me and jeongguk snuggling in bed, because he needs more protection
  • here’s another picture, but this time i am spoon feeding jeongguk with jin, see him in the background
  • here’s a picture of yoongi using jeongguk as a human mattress!!
  • you feel like you get to know all of them through the updates and everything and it’s super sweet!!
  • one day, you’re chilling in the library, and someone comes and sits across from you and you’re like lmao stranger danger
  • you look up and there is none other than the jeon jeongguk
  • he has a breathe right strip on his nose and his hair is tucked back under a beanie and he’s wearing a flannel and doc martens and it’s a nice look
  • you get all blushy and you’re like wowow hi there!!
  • he smiles that bunny smile and you’re melting because is he even real probably not yikes
  • he has something in his hand and he hands it over to you and it’s this little plastic bag and inside are these totally misshapen cookies?
  • “seokjin helped me make ‘em. they taste better than they look, i swear they do”
  • you’re all !! because that’s so sweet you hope they aren’t poisoned lmao yikes
  • so you take them and he kinda gets all shy “yah thanks fo real though”
  • man i had a college au and yoongi took lots of pictures of jeongguk and i’m getting flashbacks’
  • “oh, thanks for putting up with jimin too, he can be so extra sometimes”
  • somewhere in the distance jimin feels a sudden pang in his chest
  • “well i wasn’t gonna let you die out,,, on the floor,,,”
  • and he laughs and you’ve never heard a more angelic sound before and suddenly things seem okay
  • after that you and jeongguk are close
  • buds even
  • usually when you guys hang it’s in the bangtan group setting though because he’s not one for one on one relationships, not this early in the game
  • he thrives off other people and the attention that people give him?
  • he loves the group setting, because let’s face it, jeongguk stands out
  • looks, personality, talent, he’s above average
  • he likes being in the group because it obviously sets him apart and he wants that
  • because he’s been into you low key for a while too
  • like every lecture he would shamelessly check you out and he’s so happy that you’re so thorough with your notes?
  • like he knew about you, you’re so cute and wonderful and such a sweetheart and he believes it’s fate that brought you together that day even if the circumstances were kinda !!
  • so now you two have each other in the same friend group and jeongguk could ask for nothing better
  • because yes he wants to date you and kiss your face all over but he also needs the time to get to know you better
  • but he never misses an opportunity to do things with you
  • he always invites you to his games and you probably wear his jacket to everyone and he’s like internally dying on the field because wow you guys look like an official couple he’s in love!
  • he would probably take you to broadway like save up a lot of money and give you tickets for your birthday or something??
  • and you two see wicked and you look so couply that old people just look on you and smile happily
  • tbh at the end of defying gravity he ends up sobbing his eyes out and he goes on this rant about how elphaba isn’t even the evil one, she’s just misunderstood by society and he’s having a fit and the only way you can get him to calm down is by hugging him tight and stroking his hair and whispering to him
  • what a hot mess
  • he always loves taking you to the art museums!!
  • i think jeongguk would really be into modern art because he loves loves loves seeing what the younger generation can do, and the things that set us all apart from our parents and grandparents and everything
  • but he also loves all the ancient classics and he’s especially fascinated by greek sculptures??
  • he always brings his sketchbooks to the museums and draws everything he sees
  • and then he would turn to you and be like well this is great and all but “you’re the real artwork here”
  • he would wink and smirk at you and you would roll your eyes because flirt alert
  • that rhymed lmao good one ally
  • he loves taking you shopping too and he’s like well time to spend all my money,,, on things i don’t need,,,
  • he’s such a shoe person you cannot convince me otherwise
  • he gets you matching doc martens and hoseok is like smh you two are so in love
  • he loves trying to impress you with all this hardcore engineering stuff and you’re like wow buddy, maybe if i was, idk, smart, this would make more sense
  • “i’m gonna genetically engineer my dog to speak”
  • “i’m gonna report you to the government”
  • tbh he’s such a child
  • he drags you to anime club and he’s like well i guess we gotta cosplay now,,, cosplay a cute couple cosplay,,, even though we aren’t dating because i’m afraid of forming attachments to people,,,
  • im not saying tamaharu
  • but im saying tamaharu
  • tbh it’s been like four years? three years? since i actually watched anime like idk who anyone is
  • but he would also love bringing you out to the soccer field and like no matter what level you are in the sport he’s like practice with me
  • and he would get all heart eyes when you kick the ball and he saves the goals
  • and whenever you would score on him he would start laughing and then chase you around and when he caught you he would pick you up and spin you around
  • also forces you to come to the gym
  • tbh it’s mostly so he can sit there and bench like two twenty and impress you
  • you always make sure he doesn’t spread himself too thin
  • like one time
  • jeongguk joined a club he’s not really into but he’s way too sweet to say no, right?
  • it’s like something really ugh like maybe cross country
  • and he kinda stops showing up because he’s exhausted and he doesn’t have time and he can barely get himself to eat let alone get up and go running
  • they keep texting him and the poor baby cannot say no so he’s sitting on your bed, crying as he’s pulling on running shoes
  • and you’re heart is breaking because jeongguk always puts others first and he always puts on this happy face and nobody really knows that things get to him
  • so you grab the phone and you call that number
  • “look here you carton of rotten milk, jeongguk has politely told you at least a million times that right now isn’t a good time for him? can you not respect that? i know your little team might fall to piece without him, but he’s gonna break into a million if he doesn’t get a break anytime soon. please leave him alone or else all hell will break loose, thank you!”
  • after that, nobody pushes jeongguk to do things he’s not up to
  • and after that, you, jimin, seokjin, and yoongi all get matching jackets that say “jeongguk protection squad” on the back and you all have different colors and they have flowers on them and they’re really cute!!
  • okay but like you and jeongguk flirt with each other like nobody’s business
  • and you’re like wow maybe one of us should confess,,,
  • jeongguk is like lmao nOPE
  • because yes he really really really likes you but i don’t see him as someone really eager to form romantic relationships just because wow those require a lot of work and i think jeongguk would be scared that maybe he would end up doing all the work in the sense he loves more than the other person
  • like what if he’s willing to love unconditionally, and you’re not?
  • he doesn’t want heartbreak, oh no, not at the college level
  • he’s gotta focus on his job and his future and yes he wants you to be a part of his future, but no he doesn’t want to have his future crashing down because he loved too much
  • but boy makes a dumb mistake
  • there’s an on campus art show!!
  • and remember how i said jeongguk draws everything he sees
  • well jeongguk draws you, a lot
  • like whenever you two are chilling or studying, down at the museum, waiting for one of jin’s swim matches to start
  • and there’s one drawing he’s really fond of in particular?
  • and it’s titled my love right
  • it’s a water color piece of you and it’s from this one day he took you to see the stars out in this little grotto near the edge of town
  • and as you stared on at the constellations in awe, he sketched you lovingly and-
  • that’s what he chooses to enter and there’s lot of stars in the background in dark hues but your face and clothes and hair, they’re all in warm colors, like reds and pinks and oranges and yellows? just to make it different and to have this neat contrast going on
  • but your eyes, he makes them the same colors as the stars and they look like they have stars in them, but why wouldn’t they? that’s how jeongguk views you anyhow
  • boy totally forgets that you of all people, would maybe show up to the art show!
  • jeongguk hangs low the night of the art show because he’s humble and gets so sheepish when dealing with compliments, because he has a lot of stuff up
  • but that piece, it’s in the front of the room in a large frame and it’s like really showcased
  • taehyung and jimin know all about it right,,,
  • so they call you up and they’re like you wanna go to the art show with us? yoongi has some pictures in there, and i heard they have free cake
  • you’re like lmao why wouldn’t i go,,,
  • so you do go
  • and you’re browsing all the art and you’re blown away by it all
  • one of yoongi’s pictures captioned “young love” sends a chill down your spine though because that’s a picture of you and jeongguk’s matching shoes sprawled out across your dorm floor along with art history notes and energy bar wrappers
  • as you meander through the exhibits, jimin and taehyung get more and more giddy and excited and you kinda- are you five or something
  • but they will not tell you what they’re so excited about and you’re like okay i see how things are gonna be
  • you huff and wander off by yourself because wow they’re being kinda suspicious and yoongi’s picture is still kinda got you in a weird mood
  • you wanna text jeongguk about it
  • so you pull out your phone and you go to text him but then someone tugs on your sleeve
  • it’s a girl, you think like maybe the grade under you?
  • she kinda stands there silently, staring at you and you get all embarrassed like maybe she has the wrong person?
  • but then she asks “hey, are you the one in the big painting up there?”
  • your brows furrow because okay what big painting, this night is getting weirder and weirder so you ask what she means and she takes you by the wrist and drags you over to the painting
  • and low and behold, it is you
  • you cover your mouth with your hands and just stare at it because it’s so much to take in
  • between the way it look slike aesthetically to how accurate it is to like, the actual like, message behind the painting?
  • tbh you probably tear up and you just can’t even think straight because this is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?
  • you’re like what do i do, what do i do
  • you don’t even need to think much about it after that like you just grab your things and you race out of there
  • jeongguk is eating ice cream and playing pokemon on his DS
  • you’re out of breath and you kinda jam your key in the door and you rush in
  • jeongguk is startled to see you because he thought you were with jimin and taehyung the entire night?
  • but nah, here you are, up in his room, looking like a total hot mess
  • “hey, what’s up with you?’
  • and you’re like just be normal, just be normal
  • “jeon jeongguk i’m in love with you too”
  • yes, nailed it
  • jeongguk chokes on his ice cream and you’re like omG
  • but he starts laughing soon after “i think i need cpr”
  • “IM BEING SERIOUS”
  • “and im being serious, come over here and kiss me”
  • and then you two kiss all mushy and he’s really clumsy and it’s really sloppy but you like it because he pulls you down on the bed with him and runs his hands through your hair
  • you two spend the rest of the night cuddling and he names his pokemon after you and tbh he gets a little too overboard with the affection and when jimin comes back he walks in and jeongguk peppering your face with kisses
  • he tells jin and jin promptly calls jeongguk to give him the relationship safety one oh one talk
  • he makes jeongguk put it on speaker so you can hear it tbh
  • cutest couple ever
  • like he shows you at least twenty seven sketchbooks filled with drawings of you
  • okay but imagine like they win a big soccer game and they hoist goalie jeongguk up on their shoulders all cute
  • and he wriggles to get down and he runs over and pulls you into a long dramatic kiss instead
  • all his teammates get the big cooler and dump it over the two of you
  • tells you that he will genetically alter your kids so that they all look like him and you’re like who said i wanna have kids with your coconut head self
  • besides you’ll be in jail before that happens
  • say he’s gonna try to genetically alter himself that he can grow a few more inches and you just say you’re leaving the dorm to take a nap with yoongi or something and he gets SO offended
  • he gets a jacket that has your name and then protection squad on it tbh and you two always match
  • you always make sure that he is healthy and he always makes sure that you are protected
  • probably does squats with you on his back like he did with yoongi
  • and loves you unconditionally tbh the end
For today.

Let America Be America Again
by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

“Let America Be America Again” - Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free?  Not me?
Surely not me?  The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

Let America Be America Again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? 
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again!

– Langston Hughes

Let America be America Again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? 
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again! 

Langston Hughes

[i posted this amazing poem before, but it gets more relevant with every passing day so i need to put it up again.]

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#Markiweek Day 1: My first markiplier video: Presentable Liberty

I clicked on this video by accident trying to avoid the FNAF letsplays my friend was trying to scare me with. I couldn’t handle jumpscares back then and was looking for something in the sidebar to quickly click away to. The title said “this game will change your life” and honestly at that point in my life I was looking for something life changing. 

I wasn’t ready for was how much Mark would change my life.

There was something about him that kept me watching for over an hour, and I rocked by how much he was moved by the game, and how willing he was to be so vulnerable on camera. I haven’t stopped watching Mark since, and his positivity and encouragement is helping me find the confidence I need to change my life for the better. 

Let America Be America Again

Sometimes, one needs to be a microphone. And sometimes the words of poets passed, encompass all that can be said:

Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!