Have you ever wondered if you could go back
To a time in your life where things were not so black
To a place in your life
Where there was not much strife
Where you could be you and I could be me
Pure and innocent
Wild and free
Untouched by the pestilence known as hatred
That sometimes fills the air like rotting garbage every where
Its stink can be found almost everywhere
Sucking up all the fun
Should we run? Should we fight?
How could being ourselves not be right?
We must resist the cold and instead be brave and bold
Be ourselves no matter what we’re told
So you be you and I would be me
Because in the end that’s when we’re truly free.
By: Cherylene Nicholas