Why

Why

Is there

So much work

That I

Have to do.

It feels like

I just learned to walk.

Why am I now applying to college.

Why

Why

Why

Why is money so important?

Why

Why 

Why

Why does my skin color determine my success?

Why am I a woman? 

Why am I here?

Why. Why. Why.

Inspiration comes from desperation.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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