Papa'merica

Dear Papa'merica,

This is Mama'erica, here, and we need to talk to set things straight. We need to talk about you, Papa'merica, and your shoes. Now you up and became the President of the United States, but that didn't make you king of the world ok. You can't be a hero, if you act like a zero. You can't just be a bully, pointing fingers, and like magic everyone does your bidding. I'm not kidding. How many people did you fire and burn along the way? How many people did you walk over? Which ones did you keep? Which one stayed? I question you because I don't think you realize that Democracy doesn't work that way, ok. If it did, then it would be tyranny.

Now, Papa'merica I want you to sit down, and listen to me. You could have been like a hero king. You could have been a memory to keep remembering. You could have had everyone love you and follow you to the moon. But only less than half wanted you back, and it's not enough. You need to walk away. I know it's tough. Let's see a couple of reasons why: I saw a lot of pointing fingers, no compromising, lots of hiring then firing. I heard talks about walls without any understanding of the process and repercussions at all. You poked fun of everyone, young, old, honorable, and bold. You made enemies and enemies. You made friends with enemies. I saw you sit in your chair and gloat, but there's people in your country that can barely stay afloat. How could you have known? How could you have known? It's because of your shoes...you don't know what's it's like to be out of them, and so I recommend walking away, leaving your shoes at the door. Don't wear them no more. You can try on some other ones that might give you more insight, and then maybe you'll see what it's really like to be the best Papa'merica you can be.

Well, it is hard to be in your shoes. What you thought was right dictated what you would choose, how you would rule. And sometimes you chose right and sometimes wrong. If everyone had foresight, they would have seen that maybe you needed a little more walking to make you strong, to do a better jog on your Presidential run. Maybe if you had the chance to see more corners of the land, then maybe there could have been more ideas not just what you had at your right hand man and the agendas of your cronies and close friends. I'm sure there's a long list of paybacks, and it doesn't end. How much did you accrue while you were still trying to renew your power even at the last hour?

Sometimes, I wonder about a man who does not seek peace. I wonder about a man who seeks war because did he not learn from history? You play the puppet master moving people here and there, but these are real lives with real feelings. Don't you care? What people have you hurt along the way as you play your silly games? What games you ask? Why the game to win? Each and every thing you do no matter the prize, no matter the rules, you break it and you make it so that you don't have ever have to look back because you have won. Now who’s going to clean up the mess now that you're done? The young. I feel bad for the young.

Papa'merica, didn't you realize that you got a lot of kids, not just the rich and successful ones that you groom, but you also have the ones that don't know or have access to zoom or maybe they don't even live in a room. There are kids that need your guidance and love. They don't need your other kids to give them a push and shove. You can't play favorites and ignore the rest, because that causes resentment and civil unrest. The ones who get more want to keep staying at the top, and maybe they'll take from the bottom and never stop since they can get away with it over and over again. And you let them do it without punishment or consequence.

Walk long and far, and maybe you'll meet people like my father who built a house out of the mountain from nothing. An immigrant, he became as American as American can be. Unfortunately, when cancer took him away, he was just another statistic like how we treat Corona-V. Something to manipulate..."Never miss out on a good crisis," some say, but that's for another letter on another day. And my mother all alone fended off the hungry creditors sucking away remnants from flesh and bone. How could you have bothered? You had Brioni suits and black dressed shoes, and trust funds to keep you happy and intact. Well, upon my father's back, he carried his pride, his children, his American dream, and he did what he was told and did everything right. He strived for success, and in the end, all was not bright, and I feel it's the story of each one of American citizens alike. So many things broken that could have been fixed. So many lives lost, and so many things wished.

You know, by ourselves, Papa’merica, we are not strong, some of us might be poor or weak, but united, we form a strong link. And this link gets us through the times of war, times of need. We can even overcome the effects of shortsightedness and greed. My message to you, Papa’merica, is to walk away, walk away. You can try again on another sunny day once you have figured out how to walk a mile in another shoes and understand the origin of America's blues, and maybe you can speak to people both high and low. Maybe we can forget how it used to be, and only remember good things you might bring now like brotherhood, sisterhood, and unity. I hope that you can take my words to heart even though it’s very easy to be me sitting on my couch typing as if a miracle will be made from my midnight reveries and sipping lemonade. Walk away, Papa’merica, walk away. Walk long and far, and maybe some day, you’ll find what was left behind from a father long gone and hopeful wishes on a star, maybe you'll change the way you think and find who you really are.