America in 2 minutes 44 seconds

America, I am afraid you are not who you think you are

Let me explain

America, your arithmetic is failing

when will you learn that 80 cents does not equal a dollar

America, I don’t want to be tamed

I am tired of your wall and your countless incoherent run-ons

Why won’t you let them in?

America, do not touch me

I am not yours to touch and don’t blame it on my short skirt or the rip in my jeans

America, “Boys will be Boys”

Bullshit

America, get your small hands out of my coffee

Brooklyn is tired of drinking decaf

The length of my gestation is not yours to decide

No, I don’t want to hold your hand

America, you have whitewashed the news

Give me back my two dollars and fifty cents

Every time I turn on the radio I want to sink into myself

slink past your impulsive behavior

America, why must we compete?

What is the point?

America, we are generation Z

We are known for our impulsive, subjective opinions

Let's play hide and seek

This is not a game

America, we wave banners in your face like we are flawless

This is a revolution for the ages

America, his sea of fuchsia pink leaves us feeling entitled to your opinion

And when we’re alone, we itch to be part of this colossal movement once more

America, I think you are depressed

Do the doctors know about you?

We are the women who ignited this nation, tied pink yarn around its borders like a leash

Tell me are you scared yet?

The New York Times headline, July 25th, reads “More Damned Emails”

I can still picture my mothers face when she woke me up on the morning of November 8th dressed in black and I cried into my cereal once the wave of shock rolled over me and left me flat

deflated

February 26, 2012

The shot still rings in my ears if I listen close enough

He was 17 and so am I

America, I can’t eat skittles anymore

This is sick.

America, once a month I bleed red and you declare it a luxury?

When will you learn that love is love

No, I don’t want to cry on your shoulder.

It’s too late

I fed you soup when you were sick

America, why don’t you love me?

I think your time’s up

I warned you

America, I’m talking to you.

America, has anyone asked you about your prefered pronouns?

Talk to me, and I will measure the length of your nose

There are no monsters in the closet

Why do you insist we share the same God

How do boys die in the name of peace?

America, the ice caps have melted

I saw the Chrysanthemums wilt in your palm

I must be insignificant

America,

Enough is enough.