I posted a status today.
I got the job I wanted.
My heart was was on high.
And no one liked it.

I posted a status today.
It was a youtube video
about some funny dumb ****.
And four people liked it.

I posted a status today.
It was political and a fresh point of view about gay rights.
Six people liked it. And one person de-friended me.

I posted a status today.
It was about drinking and partying my *** off.
Fifteen people liked it. And three commented on joining in.

I posted a status today.
I said how sad it was what I saw today:
That a couple is out to dinner.
And spent most of the time looking at facebook instead of
enjoying each others company and talking.
Twenty people liked it.  One of them was the guy I saw at the restaurant.
A person commented on that status saying, "******."
No one liked that person's comment.

I posted a status today.
"Say -- John Mayer"
What I meant to say was, "Why are we so afraid of saying what we need to say?"
Two likes.

I posted one last status today.
#Amurica.
Twenty-eight likes.
And a SMH as I looked at my smart phone.

I wonder if when Thomas Jefferson scrawled out the Declaration he could see the world that I have come to know.

I wonder if he would understand the nation that would blossom from under his inflammatory words.

Would he know that the world would never be so simple as black and white if only because a racial lawsuit might come from it?

Would he see the world burn up in a digital fire that no nostalgia would ever be able to quench?

Would he know the society that would simultaneously spew rantings of "You're special" and "You are never going to be right enough to live here"?

How about that war that taught the people that it's okay to hate those who fight so that you can love another day?

Or even the world that has severed so deeply within its own walls that you can only hold on to you hearts and hope that might not be severed too?

I wonder what this man could have been declaring so seriously that he would send men to war for it, just to have the papers he and his dear friends were writing on be the shield that politicians might use to prevent their fallout.

Freedom is not objective. And Subjectively speaking, this freedom we've been given comes with about ten thousand terms and conditions that none of us are going to read anyway because this is Amurica and we don't do that here.