Hope
In my perfect world, there wouldn’t be a child without two parents
My perfect world would consist of free college education to those who seek it
In my perfect world no one would be homeless or go hungry
Only love, joy, respect, peace, and happiness would be allowed in my perfect world
What is living when you’re limited?
Self-minded thoughts deemed confidence as the enemy.
Time go by and elevation seems descending
Locked all emotions in a small room with a very low ceiling.
Digging under my skin feels like a sin,
yet it’s the peace I hide within.
To be free is to dream
And to think about all of
Life’s possibilities.
Life is what I’m living behind these Prison Walls
Prison life a pressure, keep my back against the Wall
Separation and Death from loved ones, companions, and friends