I am a temperamental child who feels he is entitled to marry his boyfriend, abort his fetus, and smoke pot.

 

As I watch the inauguration of our new president, with words coming from his mouth, I cannot help but stroke my own.

 

My heart races, pulse quickens.

 

Red, White and blew. . .

 

Our task before us, to come together.

To come as one and into a new age; delivering the message given to us by our commander-in-chief.

He who, manipulates, prods and commands.

He is speaking to me, “Freedom. Come. And be free with me.”

He continues to whisper his no-nothings in my ear as I light a cigarette; drawing in his smoke as I exhale resistance and all forums of restraint.

 

I am a temperamental child who feels he is entitled to marry his boyfriend, abort his fetus, and smoke pot.

 

I am America.