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What a gift it is to see
What a gift it is to let everything be
What a gift it is to have the world under my feet
Along a rapidly raging river in the woods
My brother stupidly chopping down the baby trees
He had just irked something deep inside my body
A stick from the fire flung at him then everyone was scrawling at me
He soon did get his revenge but I was too young to put it into words they can reach
all I did was cause tension to evade over the beach
My feelings are rarely understood so I bottle them just for me
A phone in my hand has less value than squishing dirt between toes and grass gently tickling feet
Our vessels and veins inside us branch out just as a tree
from a dormant seed that only absorbs what it needs, grows freely to tower over the ground with comforting green,
We can get so much at the touch of our fingertips because of our machines,
Seem to be generating more and more greed
You can cut down everything in your life if that’s what it takes to make you see
The Universe doesn’t owe you anything
You could have been born into a black abyss that’s like a fever dream
Beauty covers earth with its adorable animals, crawling critters, towering trees and soaring seas
But what good are eyes if you can’t see
What good are brains if you can’t let anything be
That pit in your stomach when you wake up in the morning
So heavy you can’t step out of bed.
Dreading the inevitability of seeing your reflection as you pass the mirror,
The picture that makes your heart leap to your feet.
Blue eyes meet as they walk by you
The smell of their bitter cologne hits you like a brick wall.
You can’t get rid of the thoughts in your head,
Wondering how their life has been since you last saw them.
While watching the models on the television,
Sadness strikes steadily through your body.
You cannot describe the pain you feel
Almost as if you can feel your heartbreak.
You cannot admit you feel like this
Worried about the judgment you may get
To feel a constant sadness lurking behind you;
Doesn’t everyone feel this way?
When I was a kid I had no worries
The worst news I heard was that we had no cookies
Now I'm grown and everything moving faster like what's the hurry
Not knowing what was going on in the outside world was kinda simple
I always had a smile and my mom complimented my dimples
I'm older now and the real facts hit me
People really die because they’re black
The corona happened and nobody knows how to act
Young kings dying I feel like our planet is under attack
We’re all going crazy just trying to adapt
When I hear bad news my palms get sweaty and I start to fall back
When I look outside the window I see senseless violence what kinda crap is that
I hear sirens going off way in the back now a days I see little kids dealing or taking crack
Like I said I wish I can go back when I didn’t have to worry
When nothing was in a hurry.