Understanding My World Poem by Jennifer Johnson

you say dont write a poem about violence
exuse my my poem is not going to be silent
are you living in the same world i am
where children who cry over candy get back hand

where innocent citizens die
amd sick unspoken babies cry
where children get murderd for no reason
and poverty should be its own season

where mothers have to find a place for old cradles
because fathers got drunk and decided to hurt the fatle
the world where teenagers are in depression
because their lives are filled with so much frustraiton

where all tears shead could fill niagra falls
and all the trees cut down were once standing tall
the world where 12 year olds cut their veins
because their lives are filled with such strein

oh but wait you think they couldnt be under no pressure
you think they should just open their eyes to a worl thats fresher
but its not the pressure, its the name calling they hear the people they fear
the tears they have cried and the screams they must hide

in the world we live in,
people get murderd because of the color of their skin
america's saying is no longer 'in god we trust'
its 'you better be white or be able to put up a fight'

the world we live in its hard to think of the good things
because its far from perfect and has alot of bad scenes
but there are some good things in this world
like how you get to blow out the candles because you're the birthday girl

did you know in one country kids fly kites to show they're free
yea i might have it tough but i couldnt imagine what they see

just think, walking down the asile to see your daddy
and know he died making sure you were free
then you break down in tears,
look at the empty seat, uncle joe isn't here

because when they made the arrangments he was alive
then the so called 'accident' happend and he didnt survive
makes you cry more because his funerals in a week
then you start to break down because its seems death is all you seek

then stop, rearrange my mind into their perfect planet
where people didnt take what they have for granite
where nobody that was ever loved died
and no tear was ever cried

where no war was ever fought
and no bad things were ever taught
where every one was treated fairly
and every child was tucked in so carfully

the i stop and think this couldn't exist
because our would is far from perfect
while you hold onto your world this one will fill with insanity
and i'll be gripping on my world, known as reallity..