I walk out of the house with fear.

What if they find out?

I walk through the town,

I see the signs.

Signs of the past

Still relevant still around,

Like the darkness and anger of what once was.

People in the world today being sexist.

Trump! Trump! Trump! is one key factor.

I look at my country wondering whats the matter.

We've come so far.

Why? Why are we bring back the oppression? 

This truly leaves me with depression.

We come from a country built upon acceptance.

I use to think times were changing.

I thought you could love who you love 

I thought racism was dead

Put all of it to bed but no

No it's still quite alive.

I feel we need a direction

A direction upon the journey.

I use to think we were all about living freely.

Finding out about who and what we are.

Sadness,Anger, and Relevance is the name of the game.

What are we?

Where are we going?

Who do we want to be?

Nobody should be unaccepted 

that's not who we were suppose to be.

Injustice is here

Which brings upon the tears

I look up and realize I need to speak up

This is the fill within the cup

I walk back to the car with hope,

Hope for a better tomorrow.