Some days I’m
embarrassed,
to say that
I’m part of this
culture, this
species, this
homo-genus.
Other days I’m
impressed
with our
accomplishments
and my chest
swells with
awed pride.
Most days I’m
shocked by
the
apathy. The momentary
horror
forgotten in the blink of
a celebrity
break-up or kitten picture.
Too quickly
we forget our terrors,
in the hopes
that if we ignore them,
they’ll just
go away like that bully that
never really went away. We went away.
We never
solved it, we just moved on.
We just went
somewhere new,
got a new
bully, got away from them,
but had to
enter adulthood never beating it.
The 239 year
adolescence of America needs
to end. Time
to enter our adulthood. Time to
face our fears
and force them to answer for
how they’ve
bullied us.
If we can
remember for that long, that is,
the national
ADD crisis is a pandemic,
horrors at
breakfast are forgotten by
dinner.
It makes me
want to wretch. It makes me feel
shame. It
makes me want to forget too.
I’ve done
what I can, for now, I’ve expressed
my sorrow,
my anger to those that might listen.
And I expect
nothing to come of it,
but more
shame and sorrow, pain and
anger,
bitter divisiveness and overflowing
ignorance.
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