In The Eye Of The Beholder

Backs break, muscles moan, that is the sound of everyday life. The struggles that so many families face just trying to keep their children safe.The constant lullabies that mothers use to calm the baby's cries as somebody just got shot in front of the house. The constant tears that never seem to stop on the parents faces as they struggled to keep a roof over their children heads. The cuts that never seem to stop after a grueling days work for a better education for their children. 

Because thats what parents do they sacrifice every single piece of their body just so we could have a better future that their parents couldn't give them. I use a pen and a paper to make my parents proud. 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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