#liberal
They tie us up
Take our rights
Shoot us
Deport us
Lie to us
Choke
Beat
Burn
And here we are
Yearning
For freedom
Holding vigils
Holding candles
Peace
Love
Singing
It's not enough
This is only the beginning
I believe in peace
Love
I hate violence
But unfortunately
It's not enough
They're ******* killing us
Wake up
It's now
It's today
Tomorrow
It's ******* right now
Your family
Friends
Sister
Mother
They're taking them
They're killing them
They're manipulating them
They've won
It's now
It's real
It's ******
We have to stand our ground
We have to speak out loud
I know we're afraid
Tired
Worked to death
But it's now
I'm disabled
Scared
In denial
But listen
We have to try
Before we all
Die
All we can do
Is try
Don't let them win
They are sin
Dont wait
For god
He's up there
Watching right now
Asking us all
To act
So when
And how?
Right now
With our words
Our numbers
Get ******* angry
Get ******* ******
This is ******* reality
They're killing us
Murdering and torturing
Get ******* livid
Then take a breath
And be smart
Let's start
Out thinking them
Let's start banning them
Use our numbers
THERE'S MORE OF US
THEN THERE ARE OF THEM
DON'T LET FEAR ******* WIN
BURN THE HOUSE DOWN
THROW THE TEA INTO THE WATER
STAND OUR **** GROUND
WE ARE UNITED
AND WE ARE PROUD
PEACEFUL
LOVING
BUT WE NEED NOT FEAR
MAKING A SOUND
the time
Is now
Right *******
Now
Will you come?
Will you make a sound?
Stand with me
Burn the tea
Throw it into the sea
Take the house
Ruin the billionaires
Break the ice
It's us
Or them
Use your voice
Use your might
Stop being afraid
It's time
To ******* fight!!!
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC
After 3 long years I returned to my country India,
A country which spread the non violence idea.
I met an old friend, and asked him how's our motherland?
He told me situation is bad, danger has engulfed our homeland.
We are divided, even though we are majority,
They are united, even though they are minority.
Our count is decreasing,
Their count is increasing.
Wearing hijab, is what they want
Eating halal, is what they want
Praying namaz, is what they want
They are outside our temples, selling flowers
They are in the markets, selling flours
They are running business for longer hours
They are spreading,
They are teeming,
They are rising.
I saw the threat.
It had spread
It now needs bloodshed
It was sitting in front of me.
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 10:34 PM UTC
Why does poetry have to be shallow?
We will look for another planet soon enough
From ridge to valley, pastures facing the constant plough
Soon the California fires will be put out by the dying hours
We will change up the entire planet
From country to country, and we will barely recognize Brooklyn
Under the stars or the sun as none will be seen in oblivion
And humans would dream big, doing little to change things
We could take the signs as they are
But, the diplomacy-the international dream- runs so deep!
Are we trying to scheme ourselves out of the consequence
By ignoring the battle we have at hand, claiming false innocence
Are we calling an impending doom with our actions?
Does the eternal river of Styx turn green in the next century
Or do we continue to choose between Scylla and Charybdis
Making the wrong choices, ashamed of our previous decisions
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
Republicans go mask off
because they are anti mask
and all the homophobia, sexism, and racism
is spread because of
a viral video.
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
There's a trap in society
designed to make you fail
and never let you rise above
to realize, a completely, unfurled sail
Limitations by the legions
a crutch, a safety net
protecting all simplistic
those who won't think
about possibly
getting wet
Gauges for the ages
understanding risk and rule
turning lawful pages
to be marked a lawful, fool
Who were the targets
when did they ascend, to peak
defining to those of us
knowing limitations
and higher thought
too think?
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 8:10 PM UTC
It doesn't mean freedom to all Americans
The ones who land was stolen from them
The ones that were slaves
The ones who experienced Manzanar
The ones whose refugees seeking freedom
The ones part of the LGBTQIA+ community
It only means freedom to people whos white
The ones whose a republican or conservative
The ones whose racist to non white people
The ones whose homophobic and transphobic
The ones whose anti LGBTQIA+
That's What The Fourth Of July Means
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 11:41 PM UTC
The more I grow old,
My empathy grows bigger.
The more I understand,
My feelings become liberal.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
My head is in the clouds
Too high to be measured with numbers
Words, swimming and floating
inside my mind my breath
Let me go
for, you cannot ground me at all
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
When the centuries begin
to cycle back
and jingoism rings
through the streets,
when the civilized veneer falls
and false saints rise to power,
do not despair, dear human,
do not think you are alone,
remember, know in your heart that
art will save us.
In a world full of sheep
as we fight back to back,
against impossible odds,
against numberless hordes,
do not despair, because,
through the blackest of filth
sunshine will still reach us,
art will save us.
When we have no more strength left,
when of reason we are all but bereft,
a strand of music will float over to us:
a poem, a prayer, a battle-song,
a peaceful landscape will come to mind,
a childhood home,
a summer house,
a lazy road outside the public library,
it will all come to us like a memory, and
art will save us
If, however, we are parted
by fate or foe
and you are caught alone
in the swarm of flies,
where every mouth that speaks to you
is nothing but a bowl of lies,
when they tell you
that liberty is now ended,
and freedom is forever lost,
do not believe them, my friend,
do not despair, remember:
art will save us.
When the old war begins anew,
and us men of peace,
go to war,
as we bleed
through noble wounds,
as religion’s sword
comes down upon us,
and even as we are forced
down upon our knees,
do not despair, beloved sentient beings,
because always,
art will save us.
Remember, you are not alone.
Though they may be few,
and far between,
there are humans in the world yet,
there are free lands yet,
men,
and women,
who will die before liberty does,
poets,
and painters,
who will never let the rot fester,
and neither you,
nor us,
are undefended, because always, without fail,
I swear to you upon my soul,
it will come to our aid,
it will rescue us
and those who come after us,
art will save us.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:40 AM UTC
Blue skies and apple pies
Football games and guns to aim
40 hours of work and fireworks
Heteronormativity and conformity
White tranquility in the midst of police brutality
White terrorism claiming nationalism
What is the American Dream?
Shutdowns and cages and riches for ages
Fascism raises from hateful rampages
Families taken away from their own
These are a few of Trump's favorite things.
What is the American dream?
A flag always at half-mast
In preparation for the next mass shooting
Killing the poor with a minimum wage
That can't even afford rent
Mocking the people we stole this land from.
America the land of the free
Construct of the patriarchy
Thousands of dollars in medical bills
Treating our oceans like landfills.
Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light
A country so broken the end is in sight.
Capitalistic ideals that possess the rich
Destroying the poor as we're thrown in a ditch
Together we must rise above
And show Trump's cult what we're made of.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
cliche. click
I'm lost without you
you glanced my way and said,
"how do you know?"
I don't.
I won't.
I can't.
You glance away and say,
"maybe so."
Life's the test.
----
stand alone or be rejected
objected
the subject of the action word
conjecturing the meaning
Hector's pride brought the mass.
Was that made sacred? Yechhh.
Higgs's made real, massive change
end of the world
as we knew it, 2012, mass means more than x-mas
The message in the messenger from Greece's God,
"Hold fast, hold on, Hector, be
hold-- what a drag"
Achilles, shoulda had anger management.
Suppose, Achilles's momma had trusted
whatever the protection was to be,
divine, that kind o' dad,
it warn't gonna let 'im drown.
She coulda just tossed 'im in,
sink or swim, knowing, in her inner parts,
the protector's promise,
memorized, since the red tent.
Pandora's last hope trumps fire,
and flood,
Wee Achilles woulda squirmed, and swam,
invincible, every inch soaked,
it could been, but, you know,
Achilles's momma could not let go.
And the rest is mythtery.
---
the sign said follow the money,
but money is invisible, so I played like
I could see what other folk
saw.
Lot o'them took time to tell me,
"Only believe", or "trust, and obey".
Streets of gold,
we'll slide back
down on silk stockings
hung on spider thread
above the flames
that boil the kettle in the center of
the whole round world,
nobody in our family ever once
believed the world is flat,
nor that Jesus once was blue and had four arms,
stop me.
I was wrong, I, myself, can imagine
Jesus dressed as Rama,
who was blue and had four busy arms, in truth.
hallowed ev'ening of the light,
settling sun, lead in the night, when all
see monsters, every where,
no one will notice me. Watch and see.
OH OH, ****** me by my pigtail, lift me to the third
floor, two stories past tellestial,
kingdom come,
which the mormon at my door testified
the angelic ***** had told Brigham 'n'em,
in the spirit, he agreed, not face to face.
tellestial is as close to hell as a Mormon man can go,
and,
he said, "If you could see it, you'd die to go.
It's so much better than this."
Joe Smith, said that, according to his agent.
I pondered,
chewed a cud, as I could recall, holy cows do.
I leaned back, put one boot to rest,
on the bricks behind my knee,
A modified Crane pose, I suppose.
I folded my arms and stared that boy
right in the eye.
I said, "Wanna try?"
"We gotta bridge up the road a piece,
sure as haell,
we'll see if it's a lie, at least."
Then I repented.
That hell imagined by Joe and all them zionic-messengers,
they was guesses, at the best. But the feelers at my door,
they was bein' tempted
to put their own faith to the test.
I grow bolder. The experiment worked.
I know.
Same ol' story...
-She said it tasted,
okeh,
first time that word was ever heard or tasted.
Cool,
**** cold, evil, winter, summer, sweat, mosquitos, evil cold,
I'm sorry!
How do you know?
What's blame?
Oh, that, and shame, I know that,
epi genetically be guile-ish. gullibility
gone in one bite.
Taste and see, he saw her say, or thought
he did
Like a switch, with more capacitance,
than the cells of knowing can resist,
in the first few months of being matter in time.
Knock a fella in the head
with knowing all the hows of evil,
along with all the why of not,
the most beautiful woman in the world,
no contest,
naked, and he knows.
Thinkin' straight ain't in the plan.
Precedent set forever,
no plan survives first sight of a naked woman after learning what naked means,
according to the tutor in blame,
who sat glumly on Adam's shoulder
explaining as the jist
of the story unrolls, "naked is evil,
you are naked", no word, just
thinkin'
good luck if yer helpin' him stand,
Wham
spoken words heard and
obey essence initial instantiation
revere
lionize,
oops, Idols. The idea of idols. Don't imagine anything like that.
Gabriel came with that very message all over his face.
Knowin' evil and doin' it, not the same.
Learn to drive and do the math,
Then we talk about artifice beyond the ken of mortal minds,
not worry,
it is written, We have the mind of Christ,
but as an augmentation really,
we can fact check,
but, honest,
a heretic has to use any augmentations right,
or the being powers will
objectify his reason for being, and reject him, for
the sin of defining the happiness he ensues.
You with me?
----
This was to be my comment,
but it called out for search engine priority of purpose
Nothin', I was thinkin' --
we never get trick or treaters,
tho' an occasional Mormon team will try to climb my hill,
then I un cussed my thoughts
with my inner self and we agreed.
He who would catch fish,
must venture his bait.
Net criticism's needed, if anything is to get better than this.
Wise ones say, it ain't easy,
but true rest,
I can testify, it's found along the way.
Hallowed be your even-ing, level up,
trick or treat?
not on that old man's hill,
somethin' weird, too peaceful there.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
We are what our parents' parents
taught them to fear.
The atom of liberated thought,
the shallow, the queer, the lazy.
We are what our fathers were not,
or what they never had the ***** to be.
We are united by the hypothesis
of instant pleasure.
We are measured by dollar signs,
nickels, dimes, roaring down
Penny Lane blaring hip-hop,
dropping the surnames and
blaming the slave trade for
the stains on our rap sheets.
We are what comes after the comma
in the history book sentence,
sentenced to life in mind-drug prison.
Listen!
We are going nowhere but forward.
We are the generation of disorder,
hoarders of unrealized potentials
who cross borders
just to say we did so.
We are the flame of ******* science
turning your bibles into embers.
We are the generation that
remembers to forget.
Let us take an inch and we will
turn it into a mile so you can
watch us march down it single-file
while you pray to god we don't
make it to Capitol Hill.
You know we will.
Listen!
We are the generation.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
The Congressional wag GOPs
Spend most of their time on their knees
Their favorite repast
Is the kissing of ***
Just like the ****** in DC.
Republicans surrendered their shame
They just call it by some other name.
They see their sad schism
As patriotism
And point to Obama to blame.
The Senator from Old Virginia
Just loves shoving it in ya.
At every election
Bigots bow to his ********
And let that Old Turtle come skin ya.
Republicans are making it clear
As we come to the end of this year
Their regime is a mess
But they couldn’t care less
They ***** us with no trace of fear.
The guy now on top is a fake
GOP worked overtime to make.
The cheating and lies
Support the unwise
And hide all the money they take.
Our leadership now is misnamed.
Ignoring the people is their game.
They go golf a few rounds
And throw us to the hounds
Then set the Constitution aflame.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
We are the kids
Who want to feel alive
We want to feel liberated and beautiful and young.
We are the sad youth.
Of cutting
And anti-depressants
Praying for some one to save us
From ourselves,
When our minds are dark
And we are alone.
We are the wild youth.
Of late nights
And city lights
With our lungs filled with smoke
And adrenaline pumping through our veins.
We are the lonely youth.
Where no one knows our thoughts
And no one understands
But God, how we wish they would.
We are the hipster indie youth.
We don't do it for the aesthetic
Because this is who we are
We live our lives in black white
And sometimes, someone beautiful
Adds in the most vibrant color.
We are the wandering youth.
Searching, exploring, running, grasping
At whatever we can
That make us see
There is hope
And wonder
And brilliance in the world.
We are the youth of today
We are different
But we are human.
We are the youth.
And even if our youth is fading,
The memories we made aren't.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
**** this system, I ain't with it
I'm tired of always submitting
To what you say, I don't know I'll admit to it
I'll go against the people and be a misfit
To this messed up system, what a hypocrite
America is, "the president" is clearly unfit
What a freaking nitwit
I'm willing to outwit
this ****** system, misfit I'll be
Watch me; I'll get the innocent acquitted
And the immoral readmitted
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
If you are not a liberal
when you are young
You have no heart
But as you grow older
if you are not a conservative
You have no brains.
Somewhere there is a place
for compassionate conservatives
That is where I stand.
Centerpoint.
Reaching as far as my hands can possible stretch
In both directions.
-R.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
the words of treason he shouted is what
put the stock of a rifle to my shoulder
take aim now that the patriots are traitors
never thought it would ever come to this in my lifetime
there's a man on the road with a rebel flag
yelling that his treason is patriotic
he is gonna take my life for some russian profit in his pocket
he is gonna take my America for somebody else's taxes
Remember growing up the thought that my generation trusted
this land be free
"this land is your land, this land is my land"*
never said nothing bout had to be black or white
never said had to be praying to another man's God
they have come knocking upon my door
tell me my words are not the lies they are selling
and I better get in line or they gonna take me away
get right in my head evil men are the gods Americka dreams of
that our children will live in darkness and hunger
for some russians profit in your pocket
just an hour from Reno stopped by the roadside
watched the sun set on the edge of the desert
and hoped my America would still be here when i awoke
this never should have happened
never saw it comin
never thought America could fall
let alone to have a president be the
one who fires the first shot
I see a rebel on the road
words of treason spilling from his bible
a used car salesman spinning a tall tale
and the fools who cheered him on
wipe that stupid grin off his face if I could
I see a rebel on the road
yelling his treason is patriotic
come to take away my America
come to take my life for some rich thief's taxes
Remember growing up the thought that my generation trusted
remember what my country was built on honor integrity truth
now that's all been sold for pennies on the dollar
so some rich slob can feed off what used to be
a place that the world envied
a place people dreamed of
now the patriots are traitors
now Amerika burns
now Americans die
for some russians profit in your pocket
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
CHANNEL 3 AT 7:
We are at the scene, now;
an awesome showing of
brute force.
What some are calling the
greatest moment in U.S.
history
and, some, "An example
of jingoistic propaganda
masquerading as self-
-liberation."
Whatever it is, Tom,
one thing is certain:
we will be here,
covering every second
of this gigantic American
moment.
"And we thank you for your fine
reporting, Lisa. Boy, I tell you,
the President is making a huge
mistake with this act."
You have got that right, Tom.
We, as Americans, cannot
allow this to happen. We have
to ask these people if they want
this to happen -- and, then, we
need to enforce, what we consider
progressive and better for their
well-being, to them. These people
are like lost puppies, Tom.
It is our responsibility to make sure
that they do not respect their religion,
their culture, or prehistoric way of life
they have become accustomed to.
If we ignore the issue, of their
third-world existence and third-world
values, then we will have lost as
human beings; and the United States
cannot lose whenever it comes to this.
"Lisa, bathe me in your words,
because nothing has ever felt so
clean and right. You're absolutely,
100% correct: we need to guide
these poor, helpless people and
show them what is right, when
it comes to culture, identity,
among other things."
Agreed, Tom. And thank you.
To make things simple for
the viewer at home, you wouldn't
buy a puppy and expect it to
**** anywhere it wanted?
You have to show it where to ****
Heck, you have to show it what to
eat, so the **** can be a good ****
To sum things up, these people have
been pooping incorrectly, for a long time,
and it is our responsibility to show them
the **** inside of us, and how we aren't
going to mix with them, but, instead,
show them how they can get a nice,
firm piece of **** that we all but
take for granted.
"Couldn't agree more, Lisa.
It is our duty, as Americans,
to help these people who have
been de-humanized, and show
them how to handle this and
the world, especially during
a time like this for them.
And let us not forget,
this is their moment."
MAD MIKE IN THE MORNING:
Hello folks, and welcome
to the Heat Zone; a place
where snowflakes melt
and where liberals sweat.
I, of course, am your man,
Mad Mike O'Leary and
boy, do we have some
serious stuff to talk about.
Our fabulous leader,
whom we shall respect,
has made our nation great,
as 195 countries --
excluding our's, of course --
citizens now have American flags
drilled into their skulls.
As an act of kindness,
Our fabulous leader,
has given each of these citizens
the choice of keeping or removing
the flags. Of course, if one were
to try to remove the flag,
a tiny explosive would detonate,
as one can never be too sure
if a citizen would use the flag
as a weapon -- and, of course,
there is no promise that the flag
wouldn't touch the ground,
so Our fabulous leader explained
that flag burning would be an
acceptable method of removing the
flag from this plane of existence.
Here, today, we have political pundit --
or political genius; you decide --
Ryan Tomlinson to discuss this radical
new way of life, we unfortunately have
to endure. Ryan, what are your thoughts
on the controversial method of discarding
the flag: a symbol of our strength, love,
and freedom?
"Well, I'll tell you Mike: you think you're
the mad one, you should ask my wife
about my reaction when I learned about
this atrocious tiny explosive destroying --
yes, destroying -- our great and mighty flag!"
Haha, is that right, Ryan? I bet Nancy got
the Rowdy Ryan I've met on Nickle Shot Night.
What were her thoughts on your reaction --
better, yet, what was your reaction, Ryan?
"Well, I can't tell you exactly how she
reacted to my reaction, because I wasn't
really listening. But, I tell you, ever since
He Who Shall Not Be Named left the office,
Our fabulous leader has had to adopt some of
his wild and, frankly, immoral methods --
which would include the burning of our flag."
You got that right, Ryan. It reminds me of
when my oldest left for college, leaving behind
some beers that little Matthew ended up drinking.
My point is, He Who Shall Not Be Named
has left some stains that still need to be cleaned up,
but I am confident that Our fabulous leader will
scrub those right up; if Matthew can do it, so can he.
To move on, here's an issue I have
that no one is really talking about, Ryan:
Not only are you detonating this flag -- a
flag that millions of men, God Bless Them,
have fought and died for -- but you're also
covering this symbol of freedom in the
blood and gore and scalp and guts of
these dangerous people who would love
nothing more than to see our symbol destroyed.
"You hit the nail right on the head, Mike!
These people don't understand what it is
like to be an American; to deal with their
oppression and policing of our values.
They already have succeeded in dividing us
when it comes to this whole flag removal
method. You can't reason with these, people.
You can try to offer them a Benjamin;
you can try to give them tickets to Transformers,
but these people will never respect us or our
way of life. And these liberals are right behind them!
I'm not sure what the liberals plans are, right now,
but you can be sure they'll use this whole flag thing
to exploit something. Hell, they're already talking
about how we should teach these people to **** --
what if they get to them, first, and teach them to
**** on the GD flag?! The liberals are helping divide us!
That's what they do!"
You are so, so right, Ryan. This country is full of
the wrong **** and is going down the toilet.
Well, unfortunately,
we have to go to commercial, but you can bet
your keister that we'll continue this important
discussion that involves your liberty,
your job, and your soldiers.
Mad Mike in the Morning, with special guest,
Ryan Tomlinson -- be right back.
Don't go away.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC
Dear Self,
For you it is November 9th, 2016. Despite all odds, Donald Trump is president. Mike Pence, governor of your home state of Indiana, is his VP.
You are 17 right now. You were born into a world run by George W. Bush. You spent your whole childhood hearing your parents yelling at the tv, angry at the Texas governor in the White House.
You grew up in Obamanation. You saw months of “YES WE CAN” and “CHANGE” stickers going up, and a magnet your family still has get put onto your refrigerator. You heard your mother’s sigh of relief when Barack Obama was announced the 44th president. That was half your lifetime ago.
You spent the last year following the campaigns. You were not surprised by Hillary Clinton running again. You “felt the Bern” of the somewhat radical Independent candidate previously unknown to you, Bernie Sanders. You laughed off the wild reality tv star Donald Trump’s campaign.
Months went by. Bernie and Hillary were fighting hard leading up to the primaries. Republicans slowly started to drop out. Big names like Jeb Bush, Mike Huckabee, and Chris Christie left the race. Bernie didn’t do good enough in the primaries, which was upsetting to most of your friends, your older brother, and your mom, who all voted for him. Ted Cruz fell off, defeated, in May.
It was down to Hillary and Trump.
You followed the comments made at their rallies. On their social media. You heard a lecture about the election from Josh Gillin of Politifact at Indiana University over the summer. You won an award for an opinion piece you wrote on Trump. As the election day grew closer, you watched every presidential debate. You analyzed them in class.
Last night, you stayed up until 4 A.M. to see the results of this election. You sat through excruciatingly slow interviews, political analysis, and different predictions. You couldn’t turn away from the blue and red maps, the aggressively American backgrounds, the anxious masses.
The tired tv hosts were right, it was a nail-biter.
As Trump gave his victory speech, you wept.
You wept for the months you spent wishing this wouldn’t happen. You wept for the 1920’s suffragettes, for the descendents of MLK and Cesar Chavez, for the Orlando victims. You wept for me. The people I joined. The people who will join me.
I am dead.
You learned in your final moments that homophobes look like normal people. They are not all rednecks with beer guts wearing ten-gallon hats. They are more elusive than that. They can be dressed smart. They can have friendly voices. Familiar names and faces.
A friend of a friend of a friend of a friend killed you. Someone you live near. You might have passed them in a car. In the mall. In the school hallways. It was someone that people you knew, knew. You probably could’ve gotten their Twitter handle if you had heard their name before.
You were killed in a city that VP Pence had once stood in.
People tried to learn about your killer. Were they someone you knew? Someone who just went crazy? Someone who couldn’t handle who you held hands with?
You were too young, the local news anchors said. Your school administration said. Your mom said.
Mike Pence didn’t say anything at all.
Your friends didn’t say much. They cried. They withdrew. They wore baggier clothes. They bought switchblades. They washed ***** and “ladyboy” off of your tombstone. They wondered about joining you, voluntarily and not.
The school newspaper’s headline: DEAD AT 17.
No one thought it would happen to you, except you. You stayed up late at night, imagining your funeral. The first thing you did in the morning was practice for your wake. Every time you left your house, you were a dead man walking.
No one believed this more than you did.
The news anchors said it was just one of a string of murders. People said it was an isolated incident. Your friends said it was a hate crime. Your mom said it was the worst thing that ever happened to her.
There was no question that you were gone, even when they found you- chest jumping. There was only one thing to wonder: who was next?
Not an if, but a when.
I hope the when is never.
All my love- to you and everyone else,
Yourself
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC