ninestars

            555 Far Away College Dorm
            City with No Cornfields, Peach State 
            661.9 Miles Away, USA 

We the people sing,

We don’t want to have a king.

Peace on earth and mercy mild,

Acceptance for every adult and child.

All the people rise,

We cry our anger to the skies.

We the people proclaim,

On Sunday night, you can find me empty in my full room.

Head cocked, half leaning on the arm of my chair,

Listening to the mechanical birdsong of my alarm clock.

Love is hard, hatred is easy.

How am I supposed to love the girl who pushed me in the hallway because I like reading about dragons? It’s much easier to hate her.