dawn

If I left?

I’d miss the dirt.

Red clay, full of nutrients.

I never voted, I was never that attached…

I would not miss the people.

I know..I know… they’re the same everywhere you go,

Different remixes of the same music, the same shit…

Family is an anchor, not always for the better..

I could leave.

I’d give up the status of “American”.

You’ve only fucked me anyways, only stole , only enslaved..without hope.

I could turn my back on it, these fucks would be happier if I did..

I hate them for good reasons, and they hate me for good reasons,, and you always follow yourself around..

So…

Fuck it?

You only get a blank page so many times, you can only recreate yourself so many times.

And no one really cares.