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Oct 2017
the world is not ours
we step all over it like it is though
implodes an inferno
of ash and rain
never to be the same again
color coded
our labels folded
we're pinned up and examined
when our hearts are broken
we cover it
dealing with other people's ****
or with our indecent president
only causing more damages
never glancing towards the innocent blaming other countries and
we act like we're not all immigrants
I don't know where my standing is
I don't know why Trumps planning this
or acting like the planets his
in this world white is right
minorities lacking privileges
it doesn't help by dismissing it
this is the future we'll grow up in
leaders only over throwing it
I'm a pacifist who'll let things slide
but I'll make a fist when no one's by my side
wish labels were gone
wish we'd support one another
wish I didn't hear on the news that "so-and-so" shot their brother
this is not our culture
don't you understand this?
what you see right now is a worldwide epidemic
get attacked because you're black
no sympathy for the LGBT
giving bad vibes to the word diversity burning down family trees
judging those close to me
people contemplating suicide
people wanting to cry and hide
people who don't even go outside
cause they're scared of the world around them
Written by
Joseph Peterman  23/M/Oklahoma
(23/M/Oklahoma)   
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