Once I came across a child
She had no hope in her eyes.
So I watched her for a while
And I discovered why.
She was the silenced voice.
The broken revolutionary.
She was brave enough to think
That maybe she could change the world
And that night she watched
A fire rage across her neighborhood
Claiming hundreds of lives
And she realized that
If the entire ocean was dirty
A few drops of purity couldn't change
Anything
Once I saw a broken child
That no one else could see
And I realized that she was me
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the truth
PoésieThese are just some poems I wrote that will most likely either make you sad or open your eyes to our world. PG13
