To advocate for natural rights
For a race that of only one exists
But most only assume by the shade of
You can believe that discrimination isn’t encrypted in our mind
Through our everyday life we always exclude
This is not another race poem
Sometimes we close our eyes
or say we love all.
Do we love all?
Is there a cure,
sounds unfathomable since not one can be pure.
I ask that we only learn more
Do not stay within your circle, expand.
Maybe change can come,
with a new plan…
He told her “you’re the kind of girl you read about in books.”
But how could that be?
When she thought that that she did not have the looks
To be thought of as She
She thought herself more like a wildflower blown by the wind
With chaos in the universe
Living in a world with a wealth of sorrow
How could she have such a force?
Then she realized she was a girl far from shallow
Her depths deeper than the ocean floor
Maybe she was like the girl he read in books,
She was she, and she was sure
That she had the power to change the war…
He did not matter
He wasn’t as lovely as the words he spoke
In a world that seemed to be getting sadder
She had to fight, bring upon a light
Help all, climb higher and higher up the ladder
She was she, and that was all she could be.