America the Free

Tue, 10/30/2018 - 13:09 -- MoJo97

There is no freedom here, not really anyway

You want your God?

Please, take it as it’s never answered any of our prayers

Where was he when four planes were hijacked?

Where was he when bodies hit the pavement like sacks of flour?

You can’t even tell me your God’s gender

Something’s wrong with me?

I believe there’s something wrong with you

I love whom I love, don’t you?

I’ve struggled to embrace who I am

That I was born this way as Lady Gaga says

Why can’t you?

Fuck you and your dirty hands

Fuck the system that blames me for the being the victim

while he gets coddled for having five minutes of fun.

This is me

This is my body

Our founders fought for what they thought they deserved

Why can’t I?

I don’t need your permission

I don’t need your opinions

I need you to fucking sit down and listen.

Thank you

 I can finally hear myself think for the next three seconds.

I’m tired of all this bullshit

Aren’t you?

This poem is about: 
Our world


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