Robbed
A poem
When you were younger you thought life would be…
Wait what is the point of anything?
The social side of security.
Feeling upside down while trying to secure your being.
Raining before, after, and during Spring.
This climate change changes things.
Plastic pains the seas.
The graduated struggle to read.
Distraction takes the lead.
The fees paid do not pay the fees.
When you were younger you thought life would be…
White picket fence
Babies, maybe
A human can dream
Can a human dream?
Dreaming of equality.
A dream versus A folly.
What inspired you when you were younger,
of it,
you will always be.
Finally facing reality…
Everyone is a human being.
Everyone is worthy of deserving.
Everyone has been robbed of being.
Just being.
The simple beauty of being.
Think of life like you did when you were younger,
then there shall never be a robbery.
