I Began To Question

When I got on my knees for church

And asked who am I doing this for?

When I watched a man die on the street

And wondered why anyone need be poor?

When I heard students cry out for peers shot dead

And raged because policy makers said it’s all in our head.

I found out I was older once I began to question

Why men found my shoulders, thighs, and midriff to be their new obsession.

I found out I was older when I wished to join the fight

Of protestors, activists, and crusaders fighting for their rights.

I found out I was older.

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

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