Learning to be

I had faith once 

Never questioned, never thought of twice

I followed as hard as I could

Maybe even harder than i should've 

I was on top, always trying to strengthen the foundation

Unknowingly in crept and abomination

Into the core 

I was taught to lead by example

To be passionate with every breath I had

It led to the illusion I was always mad

That I was stubborn, just trying to be difficult

I merely did it keep us on the path 

All i wanted was to be the best we could be

 

Strong, broad, collective, like a tree

They say all it takes is one bad apple

The top looking so good

The bottom was forgotten

But what they forgot to mention

You cant survive when roots are rotten

This poem is about: 
My community

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