Thisisamerica Stories

A collection of short stories. About social problems in America. Visualizing all of the statistics we see daily. If you like trump, this book is probably not for you.

A Short Poem as a response to a letter by W. E. B. Du Bois.

You're (y/n) (y/l/n) and you live in the town of Derry, Maine, with your friends in the Losers' Club. You've been best friends with Eddie Kaspbrak for a long time, and you realize.. You have a crush on him. Him and his friends invite you to go swimming, what'll happen? God knows what. (Warnings Below) - Swearing. - Terrible, terrible writing. - A little inappropriate things.. - Bad English (I'm not too good with most words e.g, spelling & grammar) - This isn't a warning really but there will be IT and Stranger Things references. (About you & Eddie below) • Been friends for 3 years • Eddie is shorter than you • Something you probably already know, Eddie's a germophobe • Eddie is twelve years old • You're thirteen years old • You just recently started liking Eddie more than a best friend • You like teasing Eddie • Eddie got you involved with Pennywise • Eddie introduced you to the Losers' Club.

so basically matossa has a TUFF life and she tells me this TEA on FaceTime and most of details of these stories I've just forgotten so HERES THE PARTS OF THE STORIES THAT I REMEMBER engoy

👌Problems that aren't really talked, but should be talked about being talked about🤘

Some of these questions are dumb af and most of em are coming from my head so dont expect anything really intersting from someobe with an IQ of 75

Black Power Poetry

Written in January 2018.

This is America.

I am 32 years old right now, a breath away from 33. I will be the same age Roxana Hernández Rodríguez was when she died. This is not history. This is my generation running out of birthdays. In this book, I explore the beauty and pain of age, of women's lives cut too short and the men that held the scissors. I am writing from inside the years that they never got to complete. The simple truth is that most women in this book were just... women. Living their lives, raising their children, doing their jobs, sleeping in their homes, playing video games with their families. All brought to a short and sudden stop. Yes, this book is poetry, but it also is pain transcribed into words. Pain that needs to be documented meticulously, the way we used to describe exactly how we got our boo-boo's so our mommys could kiss it better. Only the children affected by the losses in this book won't grow up with their mommies. These women have enough on their shoulders without being labeled as good or bad, as hero or villain, as innocent or criminal. They all have one commonality: they were in America when they were killed. Most were born here, but all died here. Land of the Free, and the Home of her Grave In my book, this means I have grouped them together, and given each a lament, songs for American women, American even in death. They were the victims of men, one and all. But it's more than a man, or several, or more. You see, it's a system. And it will take a lot more than mere reform. At the end of the day, it has happened again and again. Time after time, the United States of America proves there are for more than 32 women, so I saved a poem for Her, #33, Tomb of the Unknown Woman. The United States of America murdered these 32 women, and still stands... Undimmed By Her Tears.