Dear World

Dear World

Where you have to pay extra not to have chemicals in your food

Where not being the most obese country is an accomplishment

Where Nicki Minaj's butt has more hits than Mahatma Ghandi

Where steroids come cheaper than cancer treatments

And college acceptances are proportional to the amount of foreign children you pretended to care about


Dear Society

Where rapists have more rights than single mothers

And some places you can't marry someone of the same sex but three of your brothers

Where free speech is suspended in the schoolhouse and the airport

Where we trust E! News more than the government

Where we hold our noses at the scent of gas yet fight wars over it

Where we have to be told housewives are real

And we're not surprised when former teen sensations steal

We look for talent on reality shows but not in reality

And soldiers get paid less than "personalities"

And your tax proportionality changes with your salary

Where most people who text have never read a literary one

And you can get cancer from the sun

And people are more concerned with the price of sneakers than the cost of the Holocaust

Lost had more viewers than the presidential election

And kids are told to become surgeons before their first dissection


Dear Planet

Where virgins and whores get the same amount of ridicule

And we're still learning about the Great Gatsby when we finish school

Being a tool has become an insult

And guys are players and girls are sluts

I'm not allowed to be fat

But that girl with bulimia swallows a big fat lie daily

Where it takes just as much effort to fit in as to stand out

Where we are naive yet have so much doubt


Dear Home

Where the music of life never stops

And no one judges you if you don't know how many licks it takes to get to the center of your tootsie pop

The same radio can play blues and pop

Where tragedy brings us closest together

And you can't mention best friends without thinking forever

You don't need a tether to punch some balls

Where love is the most unrecoverable fall

Where sweethearts can last after high school

(seriously have you seen the expiration date on those things?)

And it doesn't need a diamond to be a wedding ring

Where people like him give you his heart without you even reaching out for it

And you can pop more parts of your body than a stubborn zit

Where I'm done never means this is it


I just want to know

What do you want to hear?

Because every time I write I start drowning in fear

That my message won't be clear

Because this world has a thousand wheels and I'm not sure which to steer

Where nothing makes sense

Why would anyone want to hear my two cents?

I've had the misfortune of being designed as a writer

Which makes me

A high fighter

And fire lighter

Resource sighter

and far citer

I have to take the realm by its teeth

And pull it wider and wider

Until it can swallow my soul whole

So dear world

Where should this poem go?


Genesis Star

im in love with this


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