i know it will be a beautiful Day 

‘cause when i woke up i told it to be 

keeping the bad away, i am An 

artist and the days are my specialty 

way deep down in our human Nuclei 

we raise ourselves up and bring others down 

but why does no one feel the same as I? 

for a world with remarkable pride shown 

how can they be proud of the Exceeding 

fun of romanticizing “roasts” and “burns” 

instead, water the soil with Loving  

comments helping everyone grow and turn. 

but seeing those whom i love i look Back 

and we continue to counterattack. 


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world
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