Social Change
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When I was in third grade, I wrote a poem about changing the world
When I was in third grade, I thought that the world
Was made of rainbows and glitter
But I knew sadness
I knew grief
I knew loneliness
What do I need? Well, I need money for college, that’s for sure. And I need more people to understand that scholarships don’t come easy. I need more people to understand what a necessity college is as well.
Two begin, one no greater than the other
Life begins, and one man is called a brother
No longer like kin, the other joins a fraternity
Enforcing the ladder of social hierarchy
I am the resurrected Che Guevara here to bring about change. You see, I am Brother Malcolm and Dr. King locked in this physical cage waiting. Gandhi has sent me personally to stop the pain we're facing.
