Our World
Dear World,
I see colors in the world
black, white, yellow, and brown.
I hear people crying and arguing for their rights,
We all have emotions.
I taste all foods that others leave behind and wonder,
Why we can't help the homeless?
I smell all the air pollution and waste we consume in the world,
All of it combined it's not a pretty smell.
I feel the sensation that we are a nation that has to care for ...
OUR WORLD!!!
Yours Truly,
Alela Blackmore
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