The day I heard the news
I almost thought I was dreaming:
I couldn’t imagine
Our country
Like I do now
I thought America,
Though not great,
Was good
I trusted
In humans
But now I realize
I was wrong
How can I trust in those
Who capture
A president
Who take over a country
That’s not our own
I thought America
Was beautiful
And maybe, on the outside, it is
But I was wrong
Because
This apple of America
Has harbored one too many worms.
Posted in response to the challenge Venezuela.
I have a pen
By my bed
Stuck up with
A pad of empty sticky notes
And behind
A drawing my mother gave me
Are sticky notes
Upon sticky notes
Full of words
And ideas
Exhaustion
Like a blanket
It makes it hard to stand straight
Or say what I believe
It gets you sick
With mistaken beliefs
Because your courage to fight them has gone with your energy
On these days
I look back,
Watching those sunsets
When I knew I was mine
And I knew I could be
Anyone I wanted
Before innocence gave way
To planning
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