Embrace Change

One the very first day we’re born into a world, where there’s a chance to dream for every boy and girl. Starting off young the mind becomes full on what to be, from becoming a fireman to the next star the world will see. Big huge ocean for many chances to become great, but what looks like an ocean easily turns into a mere lake. For how you look or the color of your skin, will define whether they want you to fail or push for you to win. Brighter the tone the brighter the smiles, the darker the tone constant frowns for miles. Not just from one side but from your very own as well, claiming them as born sinners with the instant fate to hell. If the darker ones are accepted it’s by degrading reasons only, from the half naked models to the respecting those with money. Turning on their youth and belittling their future dreams, they can’t become successful without equal opportunities. They’re seeing their only way success isn’t much, pro ball rap “artist” selling drugs or get on TV and degrade the next bunch. While the brighter ones have an open door whenever they’re ready, not needing any value any skills just the joy at laughing at others heavy. Not saying their life is easier everyone has their own trials, but their chances on getting better opportunities are ahead miles and miles. With the darker ones seeing this they make no change, afraid of the outcome and let it stay the same. Staying quiet will forever be a loss, speaking up may lose a battle but for the right cost. Trying to be the change this world needs to be, so a brighter future is a chance everyone can see from every ethnicity. If I want to help the change then it starts with me, we all shouldn’t be limited by restrictions we deserve to be free.

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