Hope

Hope is a beautiful thing

It holds us together and makes us strong

What people don't know is that hope doesn't come with the lucky

Hope doesn't come with the rich

Hope doesn't come with the poor

Hope is a force buried then discovered within each of us individually

It might be hard to see

But we can find it together

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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