I don't like shit, I don't go outside.

They want you to keep your head down. Good liberal, we don’t want your voice, only your rights. Women, we just want your body (if it’s shaven, waxed, thin, plucked clean, quiet, appetizing) and to tell you what goes in and out of it. Answer: I, consensual or not, have permission. Planned Parenthood does not. The coat hanger does not. Don’t destroy your body, it’s the only thing about you we want. Muslim people, it’s not that we hate you, and we definitely don’t fear you. It’s just… well, you know how you can be. (See: there’s extremists in every religion, but you’re the only ones we’re going to blame because you don’t look like us and we’re going to claim to want inclusivity so if you could not tell anybody about this conversation, that’d be great.) People of color, the urban youth, the walking target – no, I mean gun, you saw they had a gun right? (If you think gun means body and body means colored skin which means enemy.) And hey, will you ever stop blaming us for our ancestors? And hey, we’re never going to stop with the false statistics. And hey, we’re only going to give you credit when we need to fill up our demographic pool. LGBT people – we gave you marriage equality, what more do you want? Just keep it behind closed doors. Just don’t show your pride in public. Just, tone it down a little, won’t you? It’s not that we don’t respect you – it’s just, the bible, you know? It’s just, your sinning might be contagious. Just – there’s only two genders and you’re proof of something I can’t understand so I know you must be wrong. (Because if you can’t understand it, it’s a sin, it’s a nuance, it’s a give-them-a-consolation-price-to-shut-them-up-would -ya?) Natives, this country may have been yours, but that story paints us at the villain, and we can’t let our superhero capes go to waste. We can’t let our kids know that we killed (tortured / raped / massacred / conquered) your people for this land and then gave you some reservations to make you think you’d won anything at all. (Your story may be the real one, but hey, we’re America, and we can twist the story in our favor no matter how many lies are tucked in there.) Lifting our head for the next four years is going to be an act of rebellion. Bad liberal, we don’t want your disgusting thoughts, we just want your votes.

You are no longer the breathtaking collection of atoms I once saw you as.

Never make excuses. Always wake up with a smile knowing that today you are going to have fun accomplishing what others are too afraid to do.

Be with someone who makes your Mondays feel like Fridays.