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Where Have We Gotten?


Okay, fine! I'll admit it!

I ran away, but also stayed

I was scared, but tried to be brave

I was trying to find myself

In a world that looked at me

And told me to cry

Told me that I shouldn't be alive

A world that killed my pride

And told me to hide

To keep the real me inside

An abusive relationship with everyone around

Like I was some disappointment and their clown

Because they believed the world, too

And took initiative to force that "religion" upon me as some sorrt of cue.

I hated that!

I hated the fact

That it was implied 

That I wasn't good enough

A world that selects people

And tell them they're better than me

And now they're cuffed!

Like how I used to be

But now I see

And the world? Oh, it hates me!

Now that I can see through the lies?

No that I can see through the pain?

Now that I came from behind the bushes?

And I can actually see the sunrise instead of the rain?

I feel strong inside

But, at first

The world loved me!

Because I gave into it

Listened to the beautiful words and blew it

For myself

Those years lost, I can't get back!

Those days spent crying and lying to myself

Hoping and saying, "Maybe, just maybe when I get older...some day"

A struck from the world's punch 

Breaking my every bone

And leaving me out there alone?

I said, "Screw /it!"

Because, who are you?

The sad part is:

We all have problems

But, because of division

Amongst every race

And the competition

Of trying to impress

Increasing the stress

Of everyone. Of time.

We've left our hearts and spirit man behind

I don't care that I am Black!

Or that my hair isn't down my back

I don't care that I'm not "light skin"

Nor that you've left me to defend

Myself or the next

But for now? I can just rest.

I'm not mad

But rather trying to save you from all of the hatred and stress that I've had

Because it causes confusion in the world.

And makes it sad

Where have...we've gotten?

Slavery?

The Great Depression?

Harry Truman desegretating the army?

Our rights!

America and humans "leaving the strife"?

But have they?

And have we've gotten anywhere within all of these decades?

Have we?

 

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