All of Me #nofilter
White and Brown,
a mix between the two.
What do I call myself?
AND give a statement that’s true?
Half of me is known
while the other disappeared
not knowing who I fully am
is something that i have always feared.
An identity unknown
only a few facts to share,
relating myself to someone
so that I can pretend that they care.
Living in an area
so full and so wealthy,
has had me realize
that this bubble is unhealthy.
No identifying with the outside,
only with what you live and see
guides my generation here
to pretend that everything comes easy.
The mind needs to open
and realize everything won’t be okay,
because soon our planet will disappear
and soon the beauty will slip away.
The love that we used to have
isn't half of what it used to be
no more slow dancing in the moonlight
but playing with love like the emotion is free.
I want things for the better,
to make a change from the mistakes
so our world can live longer,
no matter how long it takes.
I believe we are up for a struggle
to make this world our own,
to fix all the problems
that are starting to show.
This is all of me
and more that I believe.
I want to leave this planet with happiness,
not something that I should greave.
#nofilter
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