EverlastingWaves

Sometimes I like to think we're all ants
and we live in a busy world
where there are many anthills
and many ants
we all work together
to heave the giant crumb
and call it a day.

but sometimes
it all gets ruined

I’ve never really understood why people treated others differently based on the color of their skin. No one deserves to be hurt or abused because of something they can’t control.

Why wasn't this already a rule?
no one should be treated differently
for who they love
who they are
or what they look like.


 

This is written for the school year,
for the teachers,
for my friends,
to the things you've taught me,
for each and every day
I learn something new,
and while there is all the regular stuff
like reading
writing 

I am but a sketch;
left lonely on the page
wavering uncertainly
agains the white,
bland backround.

I am a few lines
thrown together,
with no real purpose
I do not know
what to do.

I simply sit there

    I was laying on my back, talking to my best friend. The towel beneath me had grown wet with the chlorine and sweaty water from our neighboorhood pool, so I was resting my hands on the warmth of the tennis courts.