Tell me how “fit” you really are.
Is it because you were able to strike a man in the head who held a sign that said, “People are refugees too?” while having people cheer you on, praise you, call you a savage, and saying you are ‘a real man.’
Or what about the time when the word started getting around and our football coach suspended you only for 5 games as a punishment and you bawled your eyes out?
Does it make you more fit that you were randomly born into a wealthy family? Is this what ‘survival of the fittest’ means to you? Is this why it’s ‘not your problem’ that a little girl is holding her deceased newborn brother in her arms drenched in blood? Why does green paper separate you from her?
Boy who has only ever known of trophies, if you are so pro-life and a worshipper of jesus, tell me, where did your compassion go? Was it left behind when you started to feel like something was pricking at the frailness of your masculinity? Did you feel the poking of a child crying for help, who you deem ‘not your problem’ when you were marching around with your other guy friends shouting, ‘Stop killing human beings!’ And by the way, Boy, who the fuck are you to tell me what I can do with my body?
I’m afraid that you reveal yourself a hypocrite and a coward.
Now, that is your problem; a problem that the rest of us have to deal with.
To the 5-year-old girls, who are continuously having the world root against them, as their schools burn down, and their houses blow up; you are not a problem, you are a solution to this world of people who lack compassion.
I’m sorry that this white American Boy believes you do not deserve a chance just because of where you are come from.
I see a photo of you smiling, as the buildings behind you collapse and cripple at the hands of nuisance.
You are my faith in humanity.