Treasure Island

Marie annette


Perfect


I can't really tell anymore
Who's to trust and who's to blame
I can't see the line between lies and the truth
When did the world become a mess of women behind masks
and men having to find which one is his
When did men start toying with women
just to see how long it takes for them to crumble
What happened to the world where beauty was just a word to describe your soul
and not the lines etched across your face
What happened to the world where you could be your self
and not wonder wether or not you'd be accepted
What happened to that place where fiction was real and reality was a dream
Where artists could be their own paintings
where authors could explore their own books
What happened to the place where a child could explore the world and reach his destination
without everyone to hold him back
What happened the the world where everyone was equal
Where greed and pride never even existed weren't even words in a book
A world where everyone and everything was free
A world where ugly, stupid, freak, described nothing
A world where you could tell where the line was
between love and lust
A place where every person who has ever been ignored
who was never noticed for what they were
could be heard and seen
could be for once a person with a name
What happened to the world where freedom was in every little space
where crime and slavery were words that put fear into the hearts of men
What happened to the world where being racist was never a thought
where the color of your skin or how you looked or spoke never entered our minds
A place where children always went to bed with a mom and a dad whispering good night
A place where love was a promise
not a false hope
A world where a family could go to bed and not have to worry about someone coming in the night
A world where every child had a warm bed, clean clothes, and a meal waiting for them every day
A world where you could explore
Where you could run free and not have to worry about tripping
A world where you didn't have to climb to the top of a mountain or dive to the bottom of the sea just to be beautiful just to be considered beautiful
what happened to the world where you and I
could see eye to eye
a world where you and I had a chance to write our own story
our own poetry
our own love song
Where I didn't have to worry if you thought another girl was prettier
A world where you and I could be together
and no one would question us
I know this world exists somewhere
someplace
I can't really tell anymore
Who's to trust and who's to blame
I can't see the line between lies and the truth

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013

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