GhostSlayer

Is this what it feels like?

To not be considered human?

To be some invalid,

Invisible thing

That almost nobody wants?

Is this what it feels like?

To be rejected and turned away?

The ocean is so beautifully blue

Yet it's also black when it goes too deep

The ocean is so calming

Yet when swept beneath its waves, it's suffocating 

Dear America,

The dictionary definition of democracy is

government by the people

Basically everyone gets a choice

A say

But is this country

Influencing that

In everyday life

• Add a little bit of truth in the mix
• Bury it in cups of sentences
• A pinch of darkness
• Stir in that liter of death, himself
• Teaspoon of loneliness
• Knead together the memories of the last twelve years

I’ll say it: I hate our president

All my life, people have written me off as

“different”

“possessed” and

“antisocial”

And while yes

I am different

I am not possessed

I am disabled

I will kneel on broken glass as 

my blood stains the pearly sheen so that 

you will see I've resorted to my last option: begging 

before you (as a woman should be) to rip