Where I’m from, it’s not fireworks. It’s gunshots.
Where I’m from, eventually everyone loses hope.
Where I’m from, everyone conforms.
People aren’t happy. They’re settled.
And I’ve just come back from running away from a gun fight on the 4th of July and I’m stuck in the middle of my little sister and crackpot father fighting over something senseless. And got d****t , I’m mad. I want to go out and have a good evening. I want to pop fireworks and marvel in the spectacle of colors. I want a dad who gives a f*** or two. I want a mom who’s not forced to work every hour of everyday. She asks me why I want to leave. How do I look in her face and tell her that it’s because I don’t want to live here. I don’t want my children to grow up like this. How do I look in her face and tell her that I’ve never been happy here? How do I tell her that the only person she’s had to help wants to leave and never come back? I don’t want to settle. I’m not happy and gosh, I want to be happy, and sometimes - I can’t just ignore it. I just want out. I just want out. I just want ONE Good Day. I didn’t think that was too much to ask for. Apparently it was.