It feels like America is banning culture from life.
We no longer write in cursive or learn about real fights.
Kids have stopped being able to tell you who won the civil war,
But they can tell you when their favorite TV show is on and who is winning the next Twitter war.
They can keep up with the Kardashians, but not with British royalty.
They know the name, age, and birth weight of their favorite celebrity.
All I want is someone who can appreciate life with me.
If they can stand and look at a painting for an hour while we talk about its meanings,
I will gladly go to the Air and Space museum while he teaches me about flight dynamics and airplane wings.
I want someone to hold my hand and walk with me under the stars,
And take me on midnight picnics on a blanket in the park.
I want someone to converse with, to entertain me with conspiracy theories.
I want someone to appreciate culture, and cursive, and life with me.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
