please do not be a president

It is so easy to get
Mad
I have to
No
Seriously
If I wasn’t so pissed off
I couldn’t do my job
But
If I was only pissed off
Than I could only do
My job
As well as our
President
And I think that the
Young people of
The good ol’
U S of A
Are getting screwed over
Enough
As it is

So I get Mad, yeah
I get downright furious
There are days that
I want to punch random
Strangers
Because they look in
My mind like
That jackass guy who penned the
“that’s just the way it is”
Bullshit letter to the editor
Last week

Yeah this 5 foot nothing
Ray of sunshine’s a
Pretty big anger ball
But for all my yelling and
Fuming
I love a whole lot too
I create
I encourage
I mobilize
I understand

But there’s a whole hell of a lot I don’t understand
Like why 3 beautiful children
Get drowned and stuffed into the washing machine
That should have their school clothes in it
And I hate to say it, but I am
Almost
Relieved
That there mother was killed too because I have a hard enough
Time looking at their
Faces
Smiling back at me from the color pages of the metro
So I can’t even imagine how she
Would begin to rebuild her
Life

But I can imagine that picture multiplied by millions for every 3 children
Killed
By US bombs and
UN sanctions
And NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND
And every child
Locked up or
Gunned down or told they are
Stupid or
Ugly or
Worthless
And their parents don’t have enough time in their daily grind to tell them
“Don’t listen to that shit,
You
Are
Amazing.”

So I am saying it now
To every 16 year old girl
Who doesn’t fit on an 8.5 glossy
And every young Black man who thinks he’s got four options in life
Gangster
Rapper
Baler or
Dead

You
Are
Amazing
You are beautiful
There is so much ugliness in this world
And you don’t have to be a part of it

You are smart
You are creative
You can be a doctor
A lawyer
Senator
Youth organizer

But unless we fix what the hell it means I beg you

Please do not be a President.