When I was young.

I didn't see any of the bad things.

I thought I knew what happiness was.

When I was 13.

My friend was abused.

When she wasn't at school.

I knew something was wrong.

I saw the change in her eyes.

The joy was gone.

Then it all happened again.

Why do innocent girls get abused.

Why do men think it's okay.

Why don't people speak up.

Why is it shameful.

When I was 15 I found out the world isn't what it seems.

I saw the pain.

I saw the men, who liked to have power.

I saw the violence.

In school, they teach us what is right.

What about the boy who was shot on the corner.

What about the man wrongly accused of murder.

What about the people who are victims.

Why don't they teach us about these things.

And now we're here.

In a place full of hate.

Hate for people that didn't do anything wrong.

You look around.

You see #stopasianhate.

#Blackpeoplestillmater.

#Weneedhelptoo.

Now we see how messed up it can all be.

No one is special.

Not only one group of people is getting harassed.

But we forget.

We forget because we think we have better things to do.

We live in a cycle.

A place of nonstop hate.

We keep placing blame.

Blame for the people we think are wrong.

I see the way people look at each other.

We are all human.

No race better than another.

No gender better than another

No orientation better than another.

We are all the same.

The difference lies in what we see.

What we are taught.

What we want to think is right.

There is a need for change.

A need to stop placing the blame.

A need to help those who need it.

A need for a better place.

In a place far from today.

A place where race doesn't matter.

A place where skin color doesn't matter.

A place where girls and boys can play outside, with zero worry.

A place where who you identify as doesn't matter.

I dream for a place where there was no need for the words "no just no peace"

I hope for a world where people don't know the word inequality.

I wish for a better tomorrow.