What now?

That’s why I always preferred to write into the twilight. These quiet nights just helped get my mind right. Words come flowing out and start multiplying, My fingers come alive ’till my phone battery dying. Loud got me in the clouds, my imagination’s flying. Brain moving in slow mo, though, sometimes my chip be frying. But let’s stop the hiding. Stop the lying. Admit that we’re all crying. Admit that we’ve all become a people divided. Admit that we’re not tryin’ to figure out this system out. To understand why that young man can’t get a job when he get out. 4 years! He just did a 4 year stint. Just to come out to a worse situation than when he first went in. Another useless degree sitting crumpled at the bottom of a bin. Financial debt: welcome to the modern day prison.

So, what the hell?

How do we rebel?

Where are the alternatives?

How do we mesh the creativity of the liberals

With the conscientiousness of the conservatives?

– Gill.T

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