Poem Junk Book

May 31st

**disclaimer: this isnt exactly a poem though, it could be**

Why do we always forget who we really are?

Are we the monsters we were so scared of at night, shaking and cowering in fear from our own shadows in reality? 
Why are we so scared of one another?
When we are all nothing more than human.
Why does how much melanin someone has dictate how we should perceive them as a person?
Why are we taught to hate one another when we should be proud of who we are?

I ask myself these questions as I try to sleep every night, shaken by the nightmares and the worries of if there will be a tomorrow. If my friends will be able to continue growing up in a world that does not accept them. If I will be able to show my face in public without cowering in fear that someone will curse me out just for loving myself and being able to accept others.

The destruction in my head, leaving ash and dust as the remainder of what used to be someone who had hope in the world. Who believed that humanity even when pushed at its lowest could rise up together. Who in a moment of tragedy thought we would grow stronger as one.

And that has shown to be nothing more than a thought.

A line of hope that got shorter and shorter as life went on.

Now when we finally have that chance to rise with one another in the brinks of a new daylight, we do nothing but hurt and degrade one another. Men, women and everyone in between dying for wanting to go outside and breathe the fresh air that our earth used to have, to see loved ones and to be who they are. Yet they are denied. 
We are denied.
And when we find ourselves in a place to peacefully assemble and speak for those who don't have voices, we are met with the brutal force of the people we helped rise to power. We are broken down with angry shouts and fists seeking the blood lust of innocents.

We tried to stay calm yet with the aggression and tension building up, every volcano erupts and the lives and places we have built up, who are families have brought up will be swallowed by its lava, by its chaos. And the smoke that we will smell in the air, the grief for what we have done will follow us almost attached.

Lives of the innocent are lost every minute of the day.
Lives of those who could have changed the future.
Lives of those who deserved a chance at basic human right and freedom.

We the youth are the ones in charge of the future.
We should not be held back or seen as nothing more than a number or a group of absent minded delinquents. We should be free to learn on our own, we should be allowed not to take in hate for others.

In the end, what matters is we are all humans. 

We all bleed when cut.

LGBTQ or Straight,

Rich or Poor,

Man, Woman or Enby,

Trans or Cis,

Black or White.

Anyway we are, we all should stand together.

We should be allowed to live a life peacefully allowed to fight against the hate.

To be who we are.

None of us should be harmed to silence any longer.