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A mind of wishes


Oh how I wish,

all books were easy to understand,

then maybe id hold the upper hand

in taking matters into my own hands,

I’d be the smartest kid in town

then no one could ever look down a brown

and these are not racist facts 

but it’s the basic acts of the society around,

Oh how I wish,

life could be as simple as making grammatical mistakes

in a place where lakes 

are actually blue

instead of green, because life could then mean

anything is possible but that would be obscene

not obscured but clear

sort of like smelling fresh air where an ocean is near

Oh how I wish,

these wishes could really come true

but sadly life isn’t like opening your eyes and finding the last clue

the obstacles we face are what throw us in the race

to be who we are born to be 

it may be hard to see 

but at least there will always be one thing to relate to 

and that is poetry.

 

 

- Jon-nay Haws

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