New New, I am New.

Shit man.
Theater is going good.
My parents are fighting.
erghhhhhhhh.
I had some bad stomach pains.

Now.
I am good.
JAZZZZ IS ALL I WANT TO LISTEN TOOOOOO.

I have a poem.


its old.
But new to share.

What is a true American?

I think a true American is someone who loves everyone. Someone who believes in Justice and love. America is soul, and music. America is beatnik pop art old cereal boxes. America is not big businesses but the diversity, all of the different people living as one. America is freedom to be who you want when you want. America is not war, not the people. The government. Not the people. The people are authentic , different than one another. We are all one. Not prejudice, and if you are prejudice in America. Prejudice against black, white, brown, and blue then you are not a true American. I am an American for its love and joy, for its diners and highways, tumbleweeds and people. For it’s ketchup and fried chicken and for its song. Song of freedom, song of dignity, song of respect to all human beings. That is what a true American is and I am a true American, not the president, not the big men up top. Me and You. We are American.