My poems

Moon

She tries to light the moon on fire,
Standing on a hill in the night.
She strikes a match and holds it high,
As she reaches for the moon.
For if the moon were to burn,
Then what a world it wold be.
When the sun would set, everyone could be free,
For nothing than the darkness would remain.
There would be no people,
Only voices.
No one could see your,
Skin color,
Height,
Weight,
Or scars,
Everybody's equal, under the power of darkness.
She sees this world,
With every match she lights.
But with every match,
She misses the moon,
And burns her skin instead.