As children we are taught monsters aren't real 

But if they don't exist explain the fear I feel 

When I walk down the hallway or sit in the park 

I'm not afriad of the monsters in the dark 

I'm afraid of the mosters like you and me 

The monsters that aren't as obvious to see 

But they live deep down inside  

It's easy for them to fool us and hide 

But we see them everyday and everywhere 

from bombs to rape to shaving ones hair 

To injustice to those with different colored skin 

If you look around you see a world of sin 

At times it feels that our dreams are what's real 

and reality is a nightmare from which we need to heal


This poem is about: 
Our world


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