I Believe
I can't seem to find the answers
to give to another.
Is everything an act as he says
or is it just a joke that pays?
Everything has changed,
but it doesn't change the way we feel.
Humans are not made of steel.
At times, all we can do is kneel
to the ground and pray
to a God we may or may not believe in.
Words are often forgotten,
but the pain has been carved onto our skin.
Invisible but present.
And as we reminsce about the past,
we learn that nothing will ever last.
This poem is about:
My community