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Be both, it's possible.

I know so. 

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Happy 4th of July...

but for what?

To celebrate a country that lives in freedom?

Where everyone has equal opportunities?

Where I can eat, sleep, and breathe on for free?

The country that claims to be there but there’s nothing to prove it.

Tell me.

There is nothing that you can tell me.

That will ever change my mind about this.

I read about a man who died, and his last words were,

“I CAN’T BREATHE”

He died in the hands of those that swore to protect.

For 9 minutes he pleaded, with a knee on his neck.

Say his name.

George Floyd.

But wait you don’t believe me!

You want to hear more?

I heard about a woman who died in her sleep.

She didn’t even see it coming.

It was a no-knock warrant, yet they didn’t even check to make sure it was the right place.

Just because she was sleeping, she no longer could see her next day.

She was shot in her sleep, after they busted in to a place that was supposed to be her own sanctuary.

A young EMT, who helped save lives.

Yet, they didn’t even care if they took hers.

Arrest her murders.

Say her name.

Breonna Taylor.

It’s only getting worse.

Did you hear about the fallen soldier?

She’s been missing from military base in Fort Hood.

They cleared out her room before they could even get a solid trail on her.

And now that weeks and months have passed.

She’s all over the news.

She was found.

Barely identifiable, only her hair was the solid trail.

I’m so sorry.

Vanessa Gullien.

I really do wish we could have helped you.

So willingly you signed your life for this failed country, but they didn’t do enough to save you.

I’m so sorry.

Breonna Taylor.

I know that you probably helped save millions and could have continued, if those who killed you would have done their job correctly.

I’m so sorry.

George Floyd.

I read about you as the “Friendly Giant”, a helper in a community that gave you a second chance, they should have never had you in that position where you couldn’t breathe.

The country that Gullien fought for.

The country that Taylor would save for.

The country that Floyd looked for a second chance.

Has failed them.

The system that was supposed to protect and serve them, killed them.

Now tell me.

Happy 4th of July to a country built in lies.

Cause fuck your fourth.

-n.m.

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~ I miss you

No you don’t.

You miss my presence.

You miss having someone to talk to.

You miss someone coddling you.

You miss someone saying that they miss you and love you even though it never rang true.

You miss someone that doesn’t exist because the me that you miss is not here anymore.

She’s never coming back.

I, frankly, do not know her either.

And you do not know me.

~ Ignore me. I’m drunk.

So I could tell.

I don’t miss you and at least you know there will never be a repeat of me again.

What a stupid excuse, cause even I can handle my own drunkenness.

Besides even though you’re drunk,

Those are sober thoughts.

~ I drink every night and this is the first you’ve heard of me. I’m alone with no one to talk to so, this is night that it wins.

You’ve brought that to yourself.

Created your own solitude, something I’m not ever going to fix.

Something you must resolve on your own.

~ How did I create my own solitude?

Why my, my, remember all those years you created and destroyed as you pleased when you were with me?

Yes?

No.

Maybe?

Well my dear, I wasn’t alone when you insatiably installed those trembling fears within me.

Being ashamed, to me be with.

Ashamed to love me.

What a way to say.

“I miss you.”

You never have and never will.

What a way to say.

I don’t love you, and I don’t miss you.

I can hold my liquor and my tongue,

But I guess tonight it was not something so sweet.

-n.m.