America

My American identity has been stripped clean from from the bones of it. I no longer know what America means. I do not know what her intentions are, and I fear greatly that she holds many dark secrets. Words like freedom, liberty, happiness, and security used to captivate me about her and those words for the longest time kept me transfixed on her perceived beauty. If America were a her, she could best be described as wearing way too much damn make up. She's not that pretty. She likes trying to act nice in front of the world, but underneath it all she is is a greedy bitch hell bent on having her own way no matter who she hurts or how she hurts them. She lets her rich have freedom, and most of her liberty, and happiness can only be found where the narrow minded reside within her. Security? She is the most insecure bitch on the block and there is no end in sight for that. America I once thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, now I see you for what you are, and a selfish old hag you have turned out to be.