Sometimes I wonder and dream but
Then I remember how long I've waited for
A chance to change the world, and now
Here I stand where everyone has once stood and
Hear the sounds that everyone had once heard, I listen
To the cries of my ancestors, screaming "come to
Our world" and I can only imagine
How I would feel to be there, dead and
Alone, left to pretend
That I am okay, everything
Is okay, but the problem is,
Everything is not okay
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poetry
Poesíaa book of random poetry that I have written throughout the last three years of my life...sorry if they are crap but I am no where near professional, but all of these are mine and I would like it to stay that way so please don't copy any of them with...
