Walking Out

As I’m walking out, I see a different world.I stay looking at the news, telling myself this isn’t real.I feel like I’m always gonna be asking myself why. Why does the world have to be so racist.Why does the world have to have so much hatred. Why does the world have to be so divided.So now I ask myself, what can you do to change the world? What if the world wasn’t so racist.What if the world had little hatred.What if the world was a little more united. Now, as I’m walking out, I realize you can be anyone you want to be or you can be exactly who you are. As I’m walking out, everyone is walking out with me. I’m no longer alone. We’re no longer alone.As we’re walking out, we are united together.As we’re walking out, we realize not only can we change this world, but we need to change this world.As we’re walking out, we are now not the minority, but rather we are the growing majority. 

This poem is about: 
My community

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