Leaving
I say that America
is screwed
That I don't want to
be here anymore
That I'm leaving first chance
I get
But as frustrated as I am
will I ever truly leave?
I am afraid to step out my own front door
How would I make it across the ocean?
I turn on my television and see
Death
Destruction
Terror
Horror
Fear
Agony
Misery
and I wonder how I could ever
bring myself to leave my safe haven
Maybe America is screwed
but maybe we are too
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world