Perfect World

What is a perfect world to me? Well I never quite own that concept. I only dreamed of what a perfect world ought to be, and it is not the daily things I pretend to see. In my prefect world that I envision everyone gets along not having to worry about the color of our own pigment. No one fears their own shadow at night or worry about the fact that they could get killed for wearing a hoodie whom they thought to be a robber just because they thought we were in the wrong neck of the woods. Naw we don’t have to worry about murder!! We as people in my world build each other up, yea I said it build each other up!! Naw we don’t have to worry about nobody knocking down the walls to our future, yea us too strong for that. Education is power!! So strong that everyone in my prefect world have the right to be something in life. Black kids walking across the stage knowing in the front and the back of their mind like yea I know I am be something in life. And can’t anyone take my education away!! At least in my perfect world everyone has the chance to receive one. Awe I can’t began to talk about the feelings I have waking up inside my world. It’s the feeling of true freedom, not only the physical freedom but more of the mental freedom than anything.It’s the type of feeling that allows your soul to be free before it is actual set free from the body. The feeling of heaven, naw we don’t have the time to worry about the feeling of hell because in my prefect world the sun brings in enough heat, make all the darkest places seem like the place to be because the sun is all ways shining.I can’t began to talk about spring in my prefect world making nature its self seem so vivid to me. So what is a perfect world to me it is only what my dream allowed you to see.