I Miss Civics

I was sitting at my table,

As my friend wrote a check for me to sign.

She was 25,

And had never written one.

I asked another,

26 year old,

To help by putting a stamp on my letter,

Because, yes, I write by hand.

And I love it.

My friend did not know where a stamp was supposed to go.

And whenever I mail a ballot,

While walking to a mail drop,

I ask my walking partners,

“Do you vote?”

Making sure that they know i don’t care who they choose,

Just that they use their voices,

And, invariably i hear,

No, what difference does it make?

My one vote won’t make any difference.

And all I can think is,

The first step in dominating

The population, is gutting education.

And I miss a good civics class

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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