A third of you want to
Play pretend, like Barbie and Ken.
Americas a dream house in a
Dreamland.
As if we aren’t all feeling the
Same fires or drowning in
the same
Waters.
We need you to
Pay attention too.
Ignorance may seem like
Bliss for now
A third of you want to
Stay uninformed
Negligence is a nod
To the oppressor to
Go on and push through
A third of you will see a
Third of us dead on the
Streets and try to weep.
To my Father Jake Mitchell, who always gets so upset when I write about my mother. Here's one for you boo thanks for the personality flaw.