Today

Coming from the streets of poverty
singing through my vision in irony
One day I woke up to another land
Where all my dreams were meant to take a stand
and my hands were nervously shaken
but I knew I had to leave everything behind
and start a new life in these streets of mine
Would wake up to the sound of my moms voice
feeling like there was nothing out there that hurts
feeling a comfort that only a mother can give,
smelling her scent was my relief..
That was then,this is now
reality struck at 6 o' clock
Time to wake up
with my eyes wide open
still a little shookin from last night
Three sheets to the wind(tipsy,wasted,hammered)
There I am getting up to the sun
another day and let me just say
I want to go back to sleep
but there's no time to snooze or you'll lose!haha
I drift into my mind pondering,while walking
why this world is the way it is and..
why that man is wearing a rain coat on a sunny day
and how there's famine in the world
while in America people throw away everyday
and people worried about the latest fad
and spend and spend with no generosity
but I'm no one to judge
because I am here and there
nice people out there
with insecurities just like me,
with a heart that pumps blood and oxygen just like me,
that are scared just like me,
that deep down they really care that the world is unfair,
just like me.
But there's something that sparks hope,
to believe that there is more
that one day,maybe just one day we will all be free
and live without any poverty and the sun will shine on everybody..

Are we not all the same under the skin?

With much love liz