Your Call
Nothing will be handed to you
Don’t always expect a redo
Take the opportunity when you see it
Because if not, they will find a better fit
Nothing is ever black and white
There will be lies with colors you don’t see at first sight
Nothing is ever simple
But all it takes is a drop to create a ripple
All the bad things in society
Will not stop you from being anybody
The harsh world will not be your downfall
It will be your call
Your call to make it a better place
Your call to make the unsafest, safe
The cruelty will be what you change
It will be the thing that you will rearrange
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