untitled [politically]

america you are the sick kidwho comes to school becausehe's worried his best friendwill get the girl he sits behind america you are uncutsix pack plastic ringletsmade for conveniencetrashed for worthlessnesswaiting for fish to lynchor flowers to grow from your face america you are everybroken door hanging mirroron the curb reflecting overcastinto a neighbor’s emptyliving room america you are denudedsilos of grain stockedfor the coming unrestin the naked cities america you are hungoverthinking thoughts of hateat roommates makingbreakfast too loudly america you are a goth teennow praying for his life in a seaof glimmering safety glass in hismom’s rolling airborne suv america you are plannedobsolescenceapoptosisscab foama suicide gif america my immigrant father is goneamerica my immigrant mother is tiredamerica your name still makes me nervousamerica

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