Human

There’s 7 billion people on this planet. All different, not all the same. Some people love to dress up in floral dresses, put on glamour makeup, and drink tea. Others like to wear backwards caps, cargo shorts, and love to skateboard. Some people think about how the glass is half empty and they think of other ways to fill it up. Others think the glass is half full and they think it’s just enough to get them by. Some people go out and bike ride, enjoy nature, and try new things in the outside world. Others like to stay inside, watch Netflix and wait for the microwave to ding for their popcorn. Most people are happy with the way they look. Looking in the mirror, confident, happy. Others are disgusted and wanting to crawl out of their own skin. We have people that wander the Earth like mindless beings, searching for happiness while others have found theirs. Sometime, the happiness can make you feel elated for a long while or can set fire to your insides without you even knowing. There are certain people in this world who love people with the same sex, different sexes, different colors, different ages, different religions, and different minds. We all have something in common: we’re all human and we all exist. But some, they live.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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