The art of living
To whom it may concern,
Get up they said
it’ll get better they said
with your head held high
and your heart beating inside your chest
just get up
because all you have to do is breathe
Then later die
you don’t have to try they said
yet sticks and stones are still thrown
By the ones who said to get up
Sincerely,
The one who has just gotten up
This poem is about:
Our world