The Wait
I wait for the ordinary to pass, as much as
I wait for the extraordinary to come
I wait for ignorance to die out, as much as
I wait for respect to be reborn
I wait for the chaos to come at a end,as much as
I wait for peace and zin
I wait for these little girls to stop disrespecting themselves,
as much as I wait for young women to properly carry themselves
I wait for little boys to stop taking life for granted, as much as
I wait for young man to take a stand
I wait for people to stop being American't,as much as
I wait for people to start being American
I wait for individual to cease the critizing of my flaws,as much as
I wait for them to acknowledge my craft
I wait for this day to end,as much as
I wait for a new day to began
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