Born in another decade
I could walk down the street and not know who anyone was.
I could preach my fears and no one would understand.
I was born in another decade.
I knew war was wrong, and love was key.
I could walk into a forest and see no fakery.
I was born in another decade.
I felt left out and so misunderstood. What mattered to me was nothing to them.
I was born in another decade.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world