Afraid Of Americans

I’ve never been a fortunate daughter of a fortunate father. I’m a bastard child left in the gutter to feed off the broken promises made by big  brother. I’m pissed off and afraid of Americans who wave flags of racism claiming it’s their right to free speech and freedom. I tried to write simple songs of love or loss or family  but I can’t write positively so for many negative people. I also can’t fucking write songs.

I can’t decide if should fuck or fight or raise black flags and break glass… And I can’t decide if I should rhyme or if we should all just kill ourselves to stop feeling like we can’t control our bodies or our minds.

I try to see both sides but these cunts want creationism in our schools and Jesus in our pants or up our skirts or down our low cut shirts because we are all asking for it, we’ve always been asking for it.

Just because you’re better than me doesn’t mean I’m lazy and just because I can’t control my emotions doesn’t mean I’m crazy. I just want to see compassion and empathy. But we’re all at this empty point where none of us know what to do or where to go so I just keep scratching barely legible words onto a notebook given to me by the psychiatrist I hated when I was a teenager because that’s all I was taught  how to do……and I definitely can’t write songs.