I want many things. Many impractical things and many lifelong movements. I want justice. I want to feel different. I want to be inspired more often. I want to submit to my own faults and failures. I want change in the unjust government. I want racist stereotypes to go fuck themselves. I want minority groups to go shit on said stereotypes. I want the economy to go fix itself. I want to experience the living hell of a blue collar worker paying minimum wage to support his wife and three children. I want to be a helpless child again. I want more time to visit with my grandparents whom are getting closer to death with each passing second. I want my unorganized thoughts and concerns to be heard. I want to be treated like a regular human being. I want people in this day and age to realize the consequences our past generations have made. I want Africans and African-Americans to feel welcomed in a Caucasian community instead of cowering in fear and paranoid about people turning their backs on them. I want the entirety of ICE to turn themselves in. I want Trump, JD Vance and all of their royal victims of the round Oval Office to go kill themselves. I want my generation to understand these inconspicuous lies and how we change for the better. I want to keep the family safe. I want to take a bullet to the head whenever some attention-seeking crackhead talks some bullshit about their false problems. I want time to heal. I want time to pray. I want some explanation. Explanation about who we truly are and why we’re here. Manifesting the hell out of this planet. I want to know how the fuck we got here. How we got so low in our society that we’re shoveling immigrants out of the country and firing national park rangers, former federal agencies, LGBTQ rights, and the FFA. How we’re creating problems with nuclear arms, military, exporting goods, fondling this so-called “administration” and all of its “freedom” and “human rights”. How sexual assault and sexism in general is okay according to some organizations and corporations. How enough drugs and alcohol can fuck a person up. How fascism and 1930s Nazi practices are still being encouraged to this fucking day. How prejudice and discrimination has shaped America and its generalized society. How whenever I go to a different third-world country I feel so insecure about myself and the godawful hells-pawn concrete jungle which I'm from. How wars and suicides have gone down over the littlest of fucking things and details. How I can't go through my day without someone asking how often do I pleasure myself or how much time do I spend on that “ding dang device”. How I'm not welcome among certain senior groups since they think I'm some mindless, privileged brat who gets what he wants all the damn time. How I can't naturally write poetry without judging myself or the words that I write or tell. How we can't be patient with each other. How we can't take little time to listen to people and not jump to conclusions or second-guess ourselves. How the art of communication is so fucked up nowadays. How wait times go down and such little tolerance and patience we have plummets as well as our attention span. How I can't find answers to these questions. How I can't like gay people. How I can't not like people with shriveled up minds. How I can't speak my words clearly or how I mumble sometimes because I'm nervous or scared. How I can't truly accept who I am in this stage of my life. How long do I have to die. How much longer will this fucking man be in office for. How I can be easily amused. How I have the balls to speak out against those who wish to hurt others. How. Want.