Poems

Change

Once a flower always a flower,
For there is no changing.
Once a tree always a tree,
For it was always as is.
Once a girl always a girl or boy,
For that was what we were meant to be.

Yet, we run of Luck,
For we as humans can change our appearance and such.
Yet, we too are so much,
For we require change.
Yet, we run out of Luck,
For Higher Humans wish for no change.

They wish for us to be the same,
But why should we?
They wish for us to be like them,
But why should we?
They wish for us to do as told,
But why should we?

Yes, Why should we listen to them, for they are not like us.?

They have yet to see what we can do,
They have yet to see what we are meant to become,
They have yet to see what we want,
For they are nothing like us.

They cannot force us to not change,
They cannot force us to cope with the pain,
They cannot force us to not stand up and fight,
For they are nothing like us.

They need to leave us alone,
Before we build an Empire of our own.
They need to leave us alone,
Before we get what we desire most.
They need to leave us alone,
Before we rage war against each other in the Battle of Change.
By: Catalina Ruiz