I wrote this, and I think it's one of my better ones, or at least most self expressive. Wonder if my English professor could tell I was zoning out. Ah well, these things happen.
I am one voice,
Crying out for change.
But I cannot be heard,
For the crowd is
Louder than I can be.
Will anyone notice
A lone voice, seeking
To better the world?
My elders ignore me,
Telling me I don't know
Saying I haven't seen the world.
My peers can't hear me,
I'm drowned out by
Voices that surround me.
Does no one want change?
Why does no one see?
We are all different,
But all feel the same things.
All of us are Eathlings,
Despite our skin or gender.
For the stereotypes we create
Are very much imaginary
Forcing those outside the box
To be quite ordinary.
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Ok, ok, ok. We know your view on the world, but take it a step further! You talk about stuff like this a lot, but the controversies are started to get old. Do something new ^_^ I'd like (love) to see what you could do if you tried :(
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