Why Are We Where We Are?

We are where we are because we’ve forgotten where we were. No one is better. We will all die, but while we are here, can we live, together?

We are where we are because we remember where we were. I am better. We will all die, so I don’t care if you live.

“You are where you are,” says the mother.

“Why?” Asks the child.

“Because that is where we put you,” the father interrupts.

That child is where she is because it’s how things have always been. It was too hard to be a she where inside, she is a he, but the world cried sin. Trans. Gender. Man. Woman. Human?

What if I am the horse that ate the, “Hay!” With a flip of the wrist, a snap of the finger, and the twitch in the hip?

I am where I am because I did not choose to be.

I am where I am because I did not choose to be. Why would I choose to “live” in a drug addict’s womb? So I can be born and people assume…

that I am where I am because I want to be?

Tell me what are the options?

Adoption, nay?

Abortion, hell yay?

“I am where I am because it’s the law,” said the black man.

“I am where I am because of social media,” responded the Confederate Flag.

Just another distraction gambling the hate, making it seem as if it’s an innocent debate. Behind it all, is someone counting their winnings,’cashin’ in.’ Like the father of Cassius M. Clay — a fighter who published True American during the peak of history, when the world was boxing in. All pun intended to get one to think outside the box…ing ring.