"Stop and Stare"

My thoughts want my mind to follow my poor heart,

in time to forget the worries that have been planted in my body.

Deep inside my bones I feel nothing they’re stronger than my tough skin,

thick skin covered in color that separates me from the rest of the world,

degard me under my bones and skin push me for everything.

Nothing will stop me in this world of danger,

the unseen cannot be the most frightening part of this wild journey,

Hair and strong features like no other that will identity who I am quickly.

You couldn’t take this from us then and you can’t do it now!

Without a fight for what’s rightfully ours,

the world will crash and burn in everyone’s pride one day.

 
This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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