It All

Everything; that's awesome.

You need only to believe it.

But everything ain't what I've got.

So let me tell you why I'm screaming.

In the city people act as though their lives are worth a dime

more than the brothers in the streets who they associate with crime.

Because the only time we associate is to make sure we're separate,

and to be sure that poverty don't waste more of our time.

All our people across oceans who are fighting for this nation,

all our brothers and our sisters fighting for an education,

all our women who are fighting a standard just to be HEARD,

who ask for equal incomes but recieve permanent vacations.

Rest in peace to our people when our dreams are resting in pieces?

Broken families, hearts, and bones, and all you offer is a Kleenex?

But awareness; that's everything

and everything is awesome,

and I won't believe for a second that these are problems we can't solve.

Open your eyes, pay attention,

I pray to God you do your part,

Recognize that we all matter,

...and we can ALL have it all.

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

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