Out by Lucero


I know that this doesn’t talk to everyone,

but thee as an upper class I just can’t individualize.

Even though some of us wish that this

world wasn't like it is,

we should try our best to help out

the unfortunate rest that live in the abyss.


There’s bigger problems that buying witless needs.

Have you thought about rape and other violent mysteries?

Have you considered donating money to orphanages

or animal liberation disputes?

What about environmental damages?

This is what really matter if you think about it.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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