Really? Women had no rights?
The children will ask tomorrow
Really? Gay people had no fight?
The children share their respect,
Really? Black people were discriminated?
They begin to see the harm that was once done,
Really? People simply sat and waited?
The young boy roamed the hallways,
People yelled and made him cry,
Gay! you say you are, gay!
He would sit and gaze upon the sky
The young boy roamed the hallways,
Scars on his young arms,
Tears dried on his face,
And whispers in his palms.
The young boy roamed the hallways,
Pencils hit his head,
He faded into depression,
But there was nothing he every said.
The young boy roamed the hallways,
In a form unlike his own,
His feet drifted twenty feet,
And he looked from heaven down.
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