Little ******* the swing, going higher and higher. Clutching the stars and holding them tighter.

Little boy in the pool, swimming harder and harder. Reaching for Harvard, hoping to go farther.

Teenage girl in the park, walking faster and faster. The words they call you like a natural disaster.

Teenage boy on the hill, thinking louder and louder. Why aren’t your family much prouder?

Dead girl in the ground, ‘accidently’ drowned.

Dead boy on the grave, who just tried to shave.

Dear Society,

Why do you fill us with constant anxiety? Tell us to be ourselves, but make us overwhelmed. Demean our every being and leave us screaming. As if telling me I’m not as smart as Rachel will give me the motivation to identify the location of a war I’ve never been in or a city I’ll never live in.

Dear Society,

Why do you categorize and classify us? Tell me I’m less of a man than Rick because I don’t have a ****, She’s less of a girl than Sadie because she doesn’t wear dresses daily. *******! “Come out of the closet or else you’re dishonest.” ***** society and the stuff that they say, only few bullets stand in our way.  They call us trash, but haven’t you heard?*  **Trash can, not trash can’t.