if you would’ve asked me what my future looked like at the age of twelve, i would’ve told you i couldn’t see myself making it past eighteen.

if you would’ve asked me at thirteen i would’ve told you high school was my new chance. hey! no uniform, i’ll finally be able to wear as i please.

if you would’ve asked me at fourteen i would’ve told you that i’ll probably be happier once i become a senior.

im a senior..

things’ll surely get better once i graduate! i’ll be an adult, i’ll travel the world, make new friends, be a writer, a musician, a producer, a nascar racer, a director, i’ll be all the things i dreamed of.

now it’s future me, nineteen & i can tell you that my future seems bleak.

the american dream.

you work hard, become successful, have a family, retire, rest your eyes eternally.

that all seems so dystopian now, everyday my rights are being stripped away from me. i worry for my family, they depend on the government, the same government who time & time again has failed us as a people.

i can’t help them, the dream of saving my family seems so unreachable. i’m on my tippy-toes hoping you’ll spare me a break & inch down a little more but you never do.

you say this american dream is _guaranteed_!

i just work hard, become successful, have a family, retire, & rest my eyes

but this american reality tells me i was f*cked from the beginning

i wasn’t given a chance to soar

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future me, is any of this was even worth it, do i make it on the other side?

is my family is okay?

how about my american dream?