pessimism at it's finest
Learn more about other poetry terms
The day I grew pessimistic of the world
I knew I could longer run under my mother’s breast and curl
The moment I felt the undefined shadow pierce my heart
Land of the free, home of the brave
A prideful, great nation built on the mounds of forgotten Native American graves
Built on the backs of still unnamed and chained slaves
But of course, everything has changed
I think i've been saying goodbye all my life.
Sure I say hello
but the whole time i've got one foot in the door
ready to make my getaway
when things go south
because I am one of those things.
