Little doodled hearts still appear,
On the top corners of school notebook pages.
For hope is not lost in something so magical.
Journeys are still continued into the unknown,
Each more cautious than what was before.

Walls built strong to hold out
Strangers who feel no remorse.
But torn down around the ones,
Who’ve already earned a place,
On the top corner of a page.

Education centers have not taught us well,
For we still long after ones,
Who don’t rightfully belong to us.

Eye glasses have been broken or lost,
Blurring our vision,
From what stands before us.