Florida

"The Sunshine State," they say.

I don't know- perhaps I'm being pessimistic,

but how does a place with so much sunshine rain so persistently?

How does an area with substantial physical beauty choke its citizens with boundless humidity?

How does a remarkable paradise destruct its own shores with hurricanes kindled by the very waters it possesses?

A state that masquerades itself as perfection and denies the very problems it holds within.

That's why I call myself Florida.

She's a paradise on the postcards but a dangerous hue once exposed to her true colors. 

It's a shame she's so indecisive because her heart is truly pure- and I don't want to be Florida anymore...