It Starts With Me
We hear about problems,
All over our world,
How there are
bombings,
shootings,
And deaths allured.
What people forget,
Is how this all began,
With hatred that came,
before you and me
before our parents
and theirs.
It all began with
power hungry man,
looking for an answer,
to change my world,
I must change me.
I must find myself,
in my art,
writing,
love,
pain.
I must change me,
before i change ANYTHING,
Or patterns will repeat,
pain will continue,
and nothing will change.
I will change me.
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