Imagine,
A world of peace
A world in which the child would be at ease
A world in which the black man is equal to the white
A world in which these humans do not fight

Oh how a beautiful world that would be,
Beauty indeed.

Lets give a round of applause
To all those people out there
Who make others feel like their worth nothing
Who make others think they don't deserve to live
Who make others believe they are inferior beings
Who make others forget their own worth.

Lets applaud for these people
...Who think there not doing anything wrong.

Its said that the rich rule the world
That the poor are the week
It’s said that strength comes from within
That its not something given

But,
I do not agree
For i am one of them;
The idiots

I question what im told
I dont give up on the old
I hold onto my past
As a reminder
That i went through it all and survived

I am not like those people
Who would **** for money
Instead, i enjoy the simple pleasures
Given by a loving family

In short
I am different
But truly when you question the majority
An idiot is all you can be

So, to my relief
An idiot
Is all ill ever be

I walk down this line
line of white ink, surrounded by darkness
Searching for something, behind this mist
My eyes are screaming
Hands shaking
“Where am i?”

This unknown line, yet so familiar
Calls to me
But i cannot hear its words
My ears are focused on the sound of the drum
Pounding with every breath i take
“Where am i?”

Behind this beating
I hear a voice
Yelling with anger
Frustration so near
I move towards the sound
To my surprise
It is a girl
“Who are you?”

Without a word or a noise
She moves closer
With every step she takes
Her short black hair swings in the wind
Her skin so pale and rough
Body as slim as a pole;
A rather short pole
She seemed to be so recognizable
“Who are you?”

I hear it again
The frustration in tone
Yet not form the girl
Rather from someone alone
I leave the mute radio
Running towards the voice
The drums have become louder
“Where are you”

There is tension in the air
As i try to search for the voice
My heart is pounding fast, followed by the drum
I am nervous
Anxious
Scared and excited
“Where are you?”

As i run. i feel pressure;
The pressure of falling
It felt as though i fell into a pit.
Dark, cold, lonely; pit.
The voice is back, but lonely
“How do you feel?”

There is no sight of a human
Just darkness and quiet
The voices have stopped
So have the drums.
It is almost peaceful
For a moment i forget it all, but then
I hear,
“How do you feel”

I am here; alive and real.
I am me; the best i can be.
I exist within my mind; i can be mean, or kind.
I feel peace, because now i know,
I am mine.

I don't understand how people say
Stealing,
Cheating,
Or even lying,
Are unforgivable sins.

I think the biggest sin,
One which can never be forgiven,
Is that of an inflated ego.