After Allen Ginsberg

America seven dollars and twentyfive cents January 24, 2025.
I can’t stand to look at my timeline anymore.
America when will you realize the harm you’ve done?
Go fuck yourself with your pride.
I’m tired, let me rest
I can’t write until I’m well rested.
American when will you be peaceful?
When will you contemplate your past and prevent it from repeating itself?
When will you look at your reflection?
When will you realize that no human is illegal?
America why are your libraries still full of tears after sixty years?
America when will you work to break the system?
I am sick of your false hopes.
When can I exist without being a target of rampant racism or transphobia?
America after all it is you who’s the problem, your false promises are too much for me.
You make me sick.
There has to be a way to make you realize, many are harmed and they’ll never come back.
Are you serious, or is this a joke?
I’m trying to be patient
I refuse to be silent and complicit in your actions.
America stop ruining lives, let us live.
America your cost of living continues to rise.

I haven’t stopped looking at the news every day for months
Another individual harmed because of you.
America I feel sentimental about happiness.
America I used to believe our system worked, but I’ve given up on trying.
I smoke pot every chance I get.
I lay in bed constantly and stare at the ceiling.
When I go out, I get high but never forget.
I got some rest, but I’m still tired.
You should see what I’m reading now, cracking your secrets.
Many would think I’m perfectly okay.
I still won’t stand for the national anthem.
America I still haven’t told you about your actions in Gaza, costing the lives of 47,000 innocent civilians.
Hey, I’m talking to you!
Are you going to call for justice?
I’m still emailing you!
I’m obsessed with the news.
I get a glimpse every day.
It’s news devastates me solely based on a headline
I read it while scrolling Instagram.
It’s always about responsibility, something you never took
Seriously. I’m serious. Everyone’s serious
except those who deny the injustices before their eyes.
Sadly, it occurs to me that I am America.
I’m getting worked up again.

I long for harmony.
I’d never have the chance.
I’m better off staying here with my national resources.
My national resources include a gender marker unrecognized, an excess of scars from marginalization, and looming anxiety.
We denied the rights of marginalized individuals, now
let’s continue to make them suffer.
I want to be president although I am agender.

America how can I write this when I am still tired
I will continue to work like a cog in a machine,
Working until my last dying day.
I will sell you my life, not worth anything.

America protect immigrants from mass deportation.
America recognize the harm you’ve done to indigenous communities.
America Black people must not die for exercising our rights
America I am real
America when I was eight years old, I was exposed to
the harsh realities of this country. A killing of an
innocent Black teen who was only “armed” with
Skittles and a watermelon Arizona tea. You have no
idea of the fear it instilled in my mother. How often she
feared for her son although you claim racism to be an
issue of the past
America you enjoy scapegoating, to cover your tracks.
America it’s them bad immigrants.
Bad immigrants you consider illegal
They want to take it all from Americans; they’ve all
gone mad.
You’ve already eaten yourselves alive.
The hunger for power. And communism is your biggest fear?
America this is not a joke.
Though it may be hard for you to believe, I do plan
to go to work.
America will you quit being an ass?
It’s true that I refuse to fight in your wars or go back
into poverty.
Anyway don’t listen to me.
I’m a midwit Black and will always be one.
America, it is you who lack intelligence.