Popcorn

Dear five-year-old me,

you are in kindergarten right now.

You are going to meet your absolute best friend in just a little while -

or maybe you already have.

Either way, remember to be kind to her.

I love being a girl 

but I hate what it took

for me to be able to go to school

for me to know I will be able to vote

for me to know that I will be allowed to get a job when I grow older

"Oh, what did you say, child? Why?"

"Yes, why? Why do we live? Why do we exist? Why?" 

"I think it's a lot simpler than you might believe, child. Just look at the flowers."

I’ve heard too many times

The excuses of our nation

That change would be too hard,

Too frightening 

That it would take too long

But why are we arguing

About something so necessary