I wish so many black boys
Weren't in the streets
I wish that they would see that life
Is worth living and not fighting for
I wish there wasn't so many
People on the street
I wish people with power and money
The ones that we look up to,
Would give a damn
To take a second and
Care
I wish I wasn't so scared of my own voice
Instead saw the beauty in it
And used it for what it was made for
I wish my self love wasn't in
So much ruin
That Little Morgan didn't go through
As much as I put her through
She didn't deserve that
I wish justice was served
And not such a foreign thing today
Because what actually is it?
I wish I didn't live in my head so much
That I didn't have to create so many
Scenarios in my head to make me
Feel better
Quite sad isn't it?
Well, what do you wish for?
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Morgan's Pov| No.2
PoetryWe are back! The sequel to my poetry series. The work inside this book now has twice the passion and emotion as the first one. Here is another part of my heart. I hope you enjoy and stay a while! 🌷
