No tomorrow
I want to be able to step out of my comfort zone, but judge off stereotypes that don’t describe me. I’m different from where I come from, I understand that but that doesn’t mean that I should be dress up like I am that. Being me means displaying that there is still hope for people out in my community similar to me.
I was young and shy but now I’m just trying to survive because I’m 18 and have no where else but to keep on diving. Under the depths there is a thing called hope for kids who hold there breath long enough they can surface to the bottom floor and say they are breathing or is that an illusion for they are society new tool to tell them what to do?
I have dreams to one day do things, I can never believe. For who I am of my nationality we fall to leave behind hope because we are satisfied with what we have. Don’t push pass from be conquered, but poor freedom. Have the freedom to be truly moviate to keep going where we were once kick out of office because of our supposedly unnormal color.
We sat in hope that the food, clothes, and gain of success will come to us but the government and other organizations have things in place for you but they have to be willing to chase it.
Our dreams are our inner creative of a world we wish was real, but yet we sat still, hoping it will find its way here.
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