bumblebea

I think it's scary

To have someone

Who has done horrible things

Be in charge of our country

Have power and be in control

I love our world

But it's a mess

I don't want it

To get worse

At night

When my brain is flooded

With fears and worries

I think about

What will happen

If abortion isn't legal

If old men

Get to continue

To decide what

Happens to me

They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies. 

They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand. 

They deserve to look at each other with love. 

Dear YWP, 

The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13. 

The second, 15. 

I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people. 

And this is the last letter.