out in the Mojave and halfway to Barstow
i was feeling mighty lonely
flirtin with the speed limit when
Loretta Lynn started singin
her heart out
i stopped for some coffee
gave my phone to a pack of coyotes
then rolled my happy ass east
carefree as a tumbleweed
headway into the sun
#katyamills
in America
nobody thinks alike nobody
feels the same all
the time. this is diversity
not subversion
we have shared history
not carbon copy
if you wanna force someone
to think like you
this country is not
your home
#katyamills
Oversaturated with char-broil
ranch sauce and carpet sales
pitches
how would we survive
if we rented out
our heads
come knocking
first of the month
they look at us incredulous
shaking out a hook
the jingle
pay up motherfucker
you live on our land
what
did you think
this was
free
This post showcases my underlying feelings about being a child in America in the twenty-first century, which is equal parts horrifying and exhilarating… http://www.katyamills.com/2015/08/the-child.html
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