My Earth - Poem by Carolina Soto
I wonder if the Earth ever sleeps.
Or smile, laughs, or weeps
I wonder if it understands us when we talk
Or if we tickle it's back with every step we take when we walk
I think the middle of the Earth is the heart
It's filled with beauty like a piece of art
Some parts don't have fire
For thing's it loves and desires
But it does have fire in some places
For all the hatred in this world and all the people who are racist
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