State of the Union

The year is two thousand fourteen.

hate still spreads from every corner of this country.

Heaven forbid you be a Christian,

or a Republican,

or disagree with A N Y O N E.

If you don’t like the president,

you’re deemed a racist.

But if you’re a black rapper?

go ahead and hate on those “crackers.”

and while you’re at it, why don’t you just degrade women, too?

God knows everyone loves hearing about how you, “fuck bitches, kill snitches.”

Suicide is a joke,

because it sure is hilarious to make someone feel terrible enough to want to end their own life.

Sexting is a normal occurrence.

if you don’t do it;

you’re frigid.

there’s something wrong with you.

If you do,

you’re a skank,

or a sleep-around.

Teen pregnancy is disregarded—

not important

after all, you can just have an abortion, right?

We live in a country where people yell,

“SAVE THE TREES!”

and

“KILL THE BABIES!”

Because suddenly,

a piece of wood is more important

than a

living,

breathing,

unborn

Human.

but what do I know, right?

I’m just a crazy teen,

with no plans for the future,

and no hope of surviving this world.

The year is two thousand fourteen.