Poetry

Hope

Hundreds of years of oppression merged with brainwashing for destruction. A peace of mind that has never been known. Thoughts of going beyond the surface and breaking  through an atmosphere that is reminiscent of the past so much so that I feel pain and hear voices of despair from my ancestors. Who am I? What am I capable of? Is it not up to me to choose my destiny? These questions ponder our youth. Growing up in an era where we are not united, but divided. Have we allowed ourselves to become programmed to succumb and be nothing more than a product of our environment? Have we let time down and continued to become slaves of our own mind? We forget that we were once kings and queens. I challenge you everyday to be bold, to be great, and to be enlightened.

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