After thirteen
I forgot what it meant
To know pride from my parents
Perhaps I wasn’t looking hard enough
Perhaps they were showing me in their own way
Yet everywhere I looked I couldn’t find what I was
Looking for
After fifteen I couldn’t hold a conversation
With my parents unless I pretended to
Know everything they cared about.
Obama took office and my dad shat on him
Not because he was black
Daddy just didn’t like the man.
And because I didn’t know which side to choose,
I pretended to hate him too.
Then came Hillary
And because dad hated her
I pretended I did too.
But deep inside I wanted to see a woman in office.
But that could never happen I was told
Because women would send us to world war three over menstrual cramps and hormones.
So I voted for you and hoorayed you for my dad.
And the glass ceiling
It shattered,
And I became more conflicted with what I truly believed.
The media was overfed with your campaign
And facebook was attacked with school shootings
And Tidepod snacks.
My friends they hate you
But my parents they love you
Me? I don’t know what to choose.
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