Theres a lot of ” Kinda ” people.

You kinda wanna get Straight As.

You kinda wanna get in shape.

You kinda wanna make the team.

You kinda wanna go to college.

You kinda wanna ask that girl out.

You kinda wanna career change.

You can’t ” Kinda ” want something and expect to get full results.

You gotta go out there,

Give it your all.

You cant kinda want your DREAMS,

You gotta want it with your whole HEART.

Children were born blind to hate, with the happiest smiles and the most loving, kind hearted ways.

They were taught to hate in the ugliest of ways, from thoughtless adults who choose to discriminate, which tends to generates hate.

Look at the world, we’re all in despair, there’s racism everywhere, caused by ignorant humans from there, there and there…
Though we live in a so called democracy, of racism the world will never be free.

Judged on the colour of your skin and where you come from, equality and freedom seems impossible to win.

Why do you think you’re better? Yes, we all look a little different, but deep down we’re all the same.

Cut me open, I’ll prove to you, we all bleed the same.

#blacklivesmatter

And I’ll risk my life for you therefore I am brave ”

Yes but a risk is way more than just that.

Risk is everywhere.

The risk of being let down,

The risk of giving more only to get nothing in return,

The risk of dreaming only to be disappointed,

The risk of crying only to look soft,

The risk of laughing only to look like a fool,

The risk of being yourself only to be judged,

The risk of commitment only to let your dreams out to another individual,

But do you know the greatest risk of all?

Is to risk nothing.

The only reason I started writing was to get rid of all the crime that was running around inside my mind.

The dreadful thoughts and the horrifying sights, a piece of paper and a pen in my hand, might’ve literally changed my life.

A found a voice from within, a sense of relief I thought I’d never feel, I’ve found my peace, I’ll continue to cherish this bliss.

Same old story, it’s always night,

When will I give up this fight?

Powerless, camouflaged with fright,

Blurry eyes, losing my sight,

Looking for an escape, stop and just write.