When Will We Stand
Ever wonder what it would be like
If people could be who they are?
To live free instead of living behind
The mask of society in which they live!
Ever wonder what it would be like
For people to realize that love is love?
To live without fear of being judged
By the color of their skin or sexuality preferences!
Ever wonder what it would be like
If we had leaders that understood?
That living off minimum wage is not possible
For a family of two even without kids!
Ever wonder what our childhood could have been like
If we could tell our parents everything we go through?
Without the fear of being misunderstood
And to just have them love us unconditionally!
The world we live in is a mess
Full of anger, hate, and stress and fear of tomorrow
Kids worrying about where their next meal will come from
Or if they will lose their home and get put out for being gay
The world we live in is full of simple minded individuals
That cannot know what it feels like to walk in someone else’s shoes because they refuse to wear them!
This world we live in is stuck in the past not the future
Technology reins but old practices stay the same
They just evolve into a different form but yet still the same
The world we live in is materialistic
People care more about what kind of purse they are carrying
Instead of being a shoulder to cry on for people who might just need a break
What happened to loving one another?
What happened to the land of the free?
I refuse to be part of a society that thinks its wrong for me to be me
Maybe one day a perfect world will exist but until then,
I guess we have to strap in to this roller coaster called life
Hoping the what ifs won’t actually be a myth but be reality
Maybe one day children wont have to hide behind a mask
To convince their parents that they are straight just for them to feel normal
Maybe one day that girl who thought she had no one
Would have a support system instead of taking her own life just to silence the pain
Maybe one day we wont fear or hate each other
Because of the things in the past that happened
Maybe one day people will have an open mind
Instead of killing our fellow man because of who they love or the color of their skin
What happened to writing letters and staying in touch with people that we care about?
Oh yea, we stare at screens now and hope we get a text back!
What happened to having fun and living life?
Oh yea, we are worried about the almighty dollar
And fitting into the box society wants us to be in!
What happened to just being a kid?
Oh yea, we are forced to grow up bearing our parents burdens with
Raging hormones, and being popular!!
What happened to being yourself?
Oh yea, society deems it inappropriate and demands that you be silenced!
What happened to standing up for what you believe in
And getting something done about it?
Oh yea, some feel that violence is necessary to get our point across
“Like that ever works”
One day we will see all our actions have consequences
The youth see and replicate everything they see
So why do we choose to repeat the past instead of paving a future?
Why don’t we encourage people to raise awareness?
Instead of sitting on our hands hoping someone else will stand up
Why don’t we set an example we wish more people set for us?
Instead of repeating everything we said we wouldn’t
I hope one day someone else will have a dream
And fight for it just as hard as MLK.
I hope one day someone challenges us to stand up for ourselves
Like Maya Angelou did with her poetry.
I also hope that people will actually feel
As if they have a say so instead of staying in the back
Stand up like Rosa, Fight like Harvey Milk, dream like MLK,
And most of all be yourself
Because if you can’t be yourself what other choices do you have?
Be a dreamer, be a believer, don’t be afraid to live your life.
Dare to be different, and stand up and fight for what you believe in
IT STARTS WITH US!!!!!!!!!
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Small town girl from Leighton Alabama. I have been writing poetry since I was 12 years old. I feel that words alone are very powerful and can move mountains with the right mouthpiece. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. 35661
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