Our World

I know it started with a cry. Bright light in my eyes—a breath, my parent’s sighs. They said “welcome to the world,” Our world. I’d come to know it, soon enough. To me the world began small. A backyard, with the green grass where the ants would crawl. Life was simple. But I grew, and my backyard did too. And I came to find not everyone was kind. And sometimes when you fall, And find yourself forced against a wall, You discover this world is hard. This world is hard because no one likes change No one wants to rearrange—what they think & do & say. One becomes such a lonely number when you’re up against our world. It can be so rough being that “different” girl. But I hope in my life I can bring about change. Bring a smile to a face, help others respect what I say Because this world—our world—is stuck in its old ways. And I don’t want to leave the world as it was on the day that I came. I know I want to create better days. So I act in the things I say, Because our world needs a little change.