I knew, but I didn't

I am angry right now. I'm sitting here with a tissue in tears because of it. I'm angry that I am part of a society that thinks rebuilding better levies in New Orleans is a good idea. I'm angry that hate crimes exist. I'm angry that we have to fight. I'm angry that I live in a society where being yourself is only okay if it's in the confinements of what's "acceptable" even when it's not hurting anyone. I'm angry that humans can be so narrow minded. I'm angry that normal exists in our language as well as mine. I'm angry that we produce humans to make money and die. But most of all, most of all I'm angry at me. I'm angry at myself for not believing that I have the power to change the world, and I'm angry because I know I won't even try.