observe
i know it will be a beautiful Day
‘cause when i woke up i told it to be
keeping the bad away, i am An
artist and the days are my specialty
way deep down in our human Nuclei
we raise ourselves up and bring others down
but why does no one feel the same as I?
for a world with remarkable pride shown
how can they be proud of the Exceeding
fun of romanticizing “roasts” and “burns”
instead, water the soil with Loving
comments helping everyone grow and turn.
but seeing those whom i love i look Back
and we continue to counterattack.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: