What If. . .
It’s sad that kids grow up and lose sight of what matters
They get caught up in the gossipy chatter
That only results in lives getting shattered.
It’s sad that kids grow up and think they already have a full cup,
That they’re cool for wearing make up
And for teasing others instead of standing up.
It’s sad that kids grow up and put others down
For things that should make them proud
Like their ethnic background.
It’s sad that kids grow up and learn to hate
Others for their size and weight
Or the fact that they aren’t straight.
It’s sad that kids grow up and create division
Cuz their peers are of a diff’rent religion
Of which they haven’t the patience to listen.
It’s sad that kids grow up and value politics
Over making new relationships,
Resulting in their apocalypse.
It’s sad that kids grow up and ridule
Others because they think it's cool
When in reality it's only cruel.
It’s sad that kids grow up and care too much about what their peers think
Every mistake makes their confidence shrink
And their self esteem sink.
It’s sad that kids grow up and try to fit in
Cuz when they do that, no one wins.
And this is how humanity’s destruction begins.
. . .
But what if kids across the world made a change,
A kind of pact to not estrange
And to not call others strange.
What if kids grew up and took a stand
To stop fighting and instead hold hands
And cherished diversity among our lands.
What if kids grew up and decided not to practice war,
To accept our differences and what we stand for
In attempt to make our bonds restored.
What if kids grew up and decided it’s been
Time to look past the color of skin
And learn that true character is found within.
What if kids grew up and realized
That things like weight, shape, and size
Do not make beauty compromised.
What if kids grew up and didn’t judge,
And they didn’t hesitate to let go of a grudge
Because they cherish their friendships so much.
What if kids grew up and made the decision
To listen to each others opinions
Regardless of their sexual orientation, race, or religion.
What if kids grew up and learned to love
Others no matter where they’re from
And allowed all hearts to beat as one.
I hope kids grow up to make this pact,
To become proactive instead of react
And set humanity on this new and bright track.
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