We are surrounded.
Always being hounded by the ones that call themselves grounded.
The ones who have claimed to have founded the freedom of which we use today.
We utilize the water and poison the atmosphere and the entire time we kill off each other, we think of no other than ourselves.
We are surrounded by the end of time.
We start wars for the sake of rhyme.
We write songs based off of petty crimes.
We base our lives upon the negatives of our time lines, easily forgetting that when we run out of time, we are gone forever.
We are surrounded by diversity.
Thinking that once we all go off to university, we can think ourselves to death.
The browns, the yellows and the tell tale pale whites are what keep us apart.
To some, our skin is only a work of art.
Those are the ones who actually see the heart.
And those are the ones that are rare.
The ones that will spare.
The ones that just don't care about who is who and whoever who may be and what exactly does that who do.
The ones that care for themselves and the ones that care for you.
But they don't surround us.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
