to those self-made thoughts and ideas created in your head. 

But how do you know the true meaning of those words, 

when you’ve been tucked into society’s, warm cozy bed?

 

Do you understand the hardship? The fear and all the pain?

To be born considered ‘lesser’ and ‘lesser’ till your grave. 

Even though you’re people have torn down equals, 

you may never know the true courage it takes to be brave. 

 

So take that old school opinion of yours to where you think it’s needed,

perhaps to back to the 1700’s, where you ‘superiority’ awaits.

But when you want back to this time,

you better believe it’s a woman opening the gate. 

 

Maybe I’m just getting angry and perhaps a little bitter,

as I attempt to use my words to instil some sort of wakeup. 

Or maybe I’ve just been told too many times,

that a girl like me could never drive a pickup. 

But those crisp green leaves of her family tree never seemed to settle.

 

Who gave her those bright blue eyes? And why does she do things a certain way?

She thought of it a lot, maybe more than she’d like to say. 

 

Her life before adoption was always such a blur, 

But she knew that her birth mother wasn’t fit to take care of her.

 

Yet she wondered all her 18 years, if I’m like my birth mother what awaits for me? 

But she’ll never know the answers or who lies on the other branches of that family tree. 

But still I focus on material things like clothes and possible wealth. 

I see the world around us falling to its knees,

I hear the polar bears screaming, “Come on humans, please”.

And still at the store I ask for several plastic bags, 

While I can see the world is waving its white flag. 

 

I’m trying to become a better version of myself,

Yet here I am, not speaking loud of Africa and its health.

I see the people around me being hurt by people’s words,

Yet, when I try to take a stand it seems my words are slurred.

When my racist co-worker made a remark about a man’s religion, 

I’m not very proud to admit to my decisions. 

I stood by idly as I saw this man get hurt,

I could’ve said so many things, but I stared down at my shirt.

 

I’m going to become the best version of myself. 

And that starts now. 

The world’s original highways, getting filled with plastic bags.

In all the fruitful cities, the climate surely flies, 

As the digital ages takes over, and the heat absorbs the sky.

The worlds been seeking refuge, for many, many years,

While humans are the source of all things bad, bringing the earth to tears. 

We humans are filled with delusions of sunny days and bright lights,

While in reality, the worlds been consumed in intolerable heat and stormy nights. 

Put in the lost and found

Thinking fast and slow,

Does love make the world go round?

And if it does, the world moves on,

While I am so alone. 

So he says, in case I go, 

And this is my last chance to see.

There’s another man in that lost and found,

Please bring him home, as I wish someone had for me.