We're not all the same;

Hello bloggers, This is just a quick poem; I'm really tired and can't really think straight. I need sleep ah. Well here it is:


I want you to hear, what I have to say;
All people my age don't all think the same.
But who wants to hear my cry for attention, my cruel intervention?
I'm just a girl trying to find where to stand
Mind corrupted by the media and all the wrong brands.
I have a dream, I want change;
I have a dream, I refuse to keep living the same.
Hear the words that come out of my mouth;
My heart crys without making a sound.
Hear the gun shots in the ghetto streets;
The boys who no longer stand on their feet
Hear the plead of the hungry children
Who search the dump for garbage to eat
Cherish the silence in the battlefield;
those are hard to hold on to.
Look at the mothers on the welfare line
With nothing but problems to bring to the table
Look at the children walking the streets,
Lonely, abandoned, and their only hope;
To live to feel tomorrows sun beam.
I call out to somebody; anybody at all
Do you know who I am?
Somebody has to hear what I have to say;
Do you know where I stand?
Somebody has to see, My survival plan
I just want you to hear what I have to say
I want you to know, We're not all the same.