21:34

the minute has passed 

you couldn't think of anything 

it's dark outside

in

you smile at your screen 

because of what you wrote 

it's not exactly perfect 

it's not that good

but you wrote it 

you wrote it

and anyone that has the power to

create

has the power within themselves to 

create a new day

a new way

so you smile

because that's the hope you've been 

searching for

in your words 

all along. 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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