For Christina
America sucks.
I suck.
But I am just a dumb dad.
and a poor poet.
What the hell can I do?
My world is small.
On purpose.
It revolves around.
My daughter.
My art.
My health.
That is it.
Yes.
We have huge needs.
Better education.
We have huge needs.
Better education.
Universal healthcare.
A president who isn't an evil idiot.
I would love to go burn the morning streets, but...
Unlike Greece.
It's just not realistic here.
In the suburbs of South Florida.
My small convenient corner.
Unless...
The majority.
Start marching.
Start burning.
Start demanding.
Start taxing billionaires.
Start paying teachers.
Stop stopping.
Until then...
I battle.
With my words.
With my love for my family.
Waiting to join the physical fight.
Which I hope is rising.