Where Do We Start
Honesty About America and What I Know
I never learned how to apply for a loan.
I had to ask my mother how to buy a home.
My mind nearly collapses
Trying to file taxes.
Yet I feel like I’m expected
Not to be protected
From things that I don’t know.
To prove that I can grow.
When I look at my child
My emotions run wild.
What does he see
When he looks at me?
How am I supposed to direct
My inevitable effect
On this life that’s just beginning?
How do I set him up for winning
When I feel inadequate
To demonstrate
What a successful life is like?
I can’t go on strike
From my responsibilities.
I have endless possibilities.
Yet how do I ignore that it’s probable
For all the impossible?
We live in a time
That is so sublime.
So why do I feel scared
And unprepared
To emerge into society
With such high propriety?
Yet the state of our civility
Is worse than our humility.
I’m appalled at what we say.
It brings me such dismay
To see our nation divided
And misguided.
Our system is flawed,
“One nation under God.”
For better or for worse.
Our rights are a curse!
Entitlement and ungratefulness!
Judgment and hatefulness!
This isn’t the world I want for my son!
How can it be undone?
We want the world to be a better place.
To do that we have to face,
That it is up to us all.
United we stand but divided we fall.
About the Creator
Misty Kate
Stories and poems of figuring out who I am, motherhood at 20, anxiety/depression, and family and friends. I have three fathers, I'm engaged to high school sweetheart, with a wonderful son! This is my actual life and struggles I have faced.
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