What’s it like in Florida?
No one ever listens to me anyway.
I went there when I was two.
But then I went home when I was three.
Everyone always asked
"How was the flight?"
"How was El Salvador?"
I was scared for my life
and that explains a lot.
I ate mangoes until I threw up
on my grandfather’s porch
and he told me I could have
all the shrimp I want
But I don’t like shrimp
and I don’t like stray cats
and I don’t like that I was poor enough
to only eat one thing
until I hated that thing.
And fuck crepes
and fuck that my dad almost died making crepes and pancakes for his family
that could have never afforded crepes and pancakes
if he didn’t stand there and make crepes and pancakes
who didn’t realize
they didn’t deserve crepes and pancakes.
Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.
"I’m not racist but…"
Non racist people wouldn’t say the racist thing you’re about to say.
"I’m not trying to sound racist but…."
Then don’t say the racist thing.
Everyone was so sure 2014 was going to be a great year but it has turned into such an awful representation of the human race. Ukraine, ISIS, the HIMYM finale, Gaza, Ferguson, and not to mention that plane is still missing… where is the humanity?