Making A Difference
The world is cold
I wake up to another day
No one acknowledges my soul
No one sees my pain
My pain isn't hiding
Its written all over my face
You can feel it in my writing
Because this is my happy place
If I could change us as a society
I would make sure we unite
Not to cause impropriety
But for a better world closer to the warmth, the sunrays and the light
A poem by Peter Benjamin
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