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

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