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I'm Z. I'm what you would call a "young adult." More accurately, I am a "really old kid."  Writing is like breathing for me, automatic and it'll stop only when I'm dead. I share my writing because I want to release my ideas out into the wild like the strange and wonderful creatures they are. I can also be found here: www.operationoceanfixer.org

Happy 4th of July (A Poem)

Happy 4th of July (A Poem)

Happy 4th of July

ZMKF

7/4/18

 

“Happy Fourth of July,” you say, to the people with food stamps, waiting in line.

 

“Happy Fourth of July,” you mutter, walking by the graves of all the kids who’ve died before their time.

 

“Happy Fourth of July,” you whisper, on the side of those who’ve been waiting for their turn to scream.

 

“Happy Fourth of July,” you sing, as you reckon with your mistakes and those you’ve hurt, apologize, and move on.

 

“HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!” you shout at the ocean, which swirls with plastic, flanked on either side by two of your best friends.

 

HAPPY Fourth of July, because the Fourth of July has become the new New Year’s. But the resolutions are for our country – and we’ll actually fulfill them, unlike the ones we make for ourselves. HAPPY Fourth of July, because America has never been great, and never will be…in a timeline where you’ve never been born. HAPPY Fourth of July, because you know what you need to do – what you were born to do.

 

Change the world.

 

To those who feel burnt out: wash off that crispy tan outside, dry off, rise up.

 

Change YOUR world.

 

To those who feel.

 

Change. 

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