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I Love You, Baby
03.29.2013
The day I see my sister who works McDonalds win the presidential election, is the day I'll stand up for your anthems.
The day my father becomes able to stay out of prison over a year, actually becomes corrected after thirty years of corrections. Is the day I'll be proud being Amerikkan.
The night my brother doesn't fall asleep in front of a T.V. - because he was raised that way. And my mother doesn't sit grinning in front of Seinfeld reruns she's seen a hundred times.
The day I don't want to have sex with the blondest, smilingest, richest women. Like every other male force fed corporate enticement.
The day I receive a letter smelling of pine cone mailed from an unknown zip code requesting I join her in the forest for eternity.
The day I can stop playacting normalness to avoid injections.
The night I don't want to kill myself because those rich fucks that will soon live forever, live better - above laws, morals, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
The day my captors realize they're manipulated economically to oppress handicapped.
The day I walk through these sharpened steel gates, smiling in acknowledgment, crying in earnestness.
Know the tears are for my coming death somewhere else. Somewhere other than this prison place.
Acknowledge the smile. It's for the girl with the dirty face working double shifts - dope sick and pregnant.
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