Leaving

I say that America

is screwed

That I don't want to

be here anymore 

That I'm leaving first chance

I get

But as frustrated as I am

will I ever truly leave?

I am afraid to step out my own front door

How would I make it across the ocean?

I turn on my television and see

Death

Destruction

Terror

Horror

Fear

Agony

Misery

and I wonder how I could ever 

bring myself to leave my safe haven

Maybe America is screwed

but maybe we are too

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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