Sometimes I want to cry
because the world forgets it is alive
forgets that it is a living breathing organism
our visions become pinpoints
of only our truth
becaue life is so much easier
when we forget that we aren't alone
murder in the streets is fine
because it's not
our streets
devastation of the future is fine
because it's not
our future
in our self centered little bubbles
we think that an Instagram post
will solve world problems
they don't
they solve the gash in our ego
make us feel like we've done our part
and we carry on
but how often do we question
the fact that skin color can be a death sentence
the fact that women's bodies are not their own
the fact that 40 million people in the USA
do not know when their next meal will be
I
am
done
waiting
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