I would change the view

that it's not you to look up at one another

as we walk from point a to point q

 

I would change how we feel when we're in a class

and don't wanna raise our hands because of the fear of being embarrassed

we're all here to learn

inside the classroom and out

so why the hell do we feel the need to withhold our shout?

 

there's no good reason why we withdraw

from the power we hold in making others aw              

awe in admiration, awe in "yes", 

awe in enthusiasm and awe without feeling like less

 

The fellow people walking down the street, 

are labeled as strangers.

Those fellow classmates of ours, 

deemed competition, 

are not much different, not more filled with danger.

 

Not much stranger than we, he, me, she, or it

So why we gotta look down, and in turn, lose our wit? 

I've never understood this, and I don't want it this way.

But how to change it? Is the question, that maybe this poem will sway.