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Something Here Isn't Right

A Poem by Someone Who is Sick of It

By Kai JeffreysPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
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People dying,

Children Crying:

Something here is not right.

Cities of starvation

And wars between nations:

Something here is not right.

Our planet is falling into shambles

While all our politicians do is ramble:

Something here is not right.

My people are targeted as aliens

I try to blend in like a chameleon:

Something here is not right.

They spit and curse at me bluntly,

And say, “Get the hell out of my country!”

Something here isn’t right.

They say that I do not belong,

But I know in my heart they are wrong:

Something here is not right.

I should not be judged for my skin tone;

I should not have to reach for the microphone,

But something here is not right.

Skin is defining our quality,

Hate crimes are rising in quantity:

Something here is not right.

I am told not to date the black guy

While I am oppressed by the white guy:

Something here is not right.

I am dictated who to marry;

I am dictated my identity:

Something here is not right.

I am told I need more knowledge

While most don’t have access to college:

Something here is not right.

Children should not fear for nuclear war;

Hell, I don’t even know what we’re fighting for—

Something here isn’t right.

Hate should never be spreading,

Tears should never be shedding,

But something here isn’t right.

Reputation determines everything,

Personality determines nothing:

Something here is not right.

A boy’s education is greater than my freedom;

My thoughts are shot down when I try to free them—

Something here is not right.

I’m called a prude for keeping my virginity,

I’m called a slut and a whore for losing my purity.

Something here is not right.

People call for the freedom of religion

And then demand societal division:

Something here is not right.

They say, “I respect all opinion”

Then throw contrary conversation to oblivion—

Something here is not right.

Instead of words we use action

So instead of response there is reaction.

Something here is not right.

We have the chance to change ourselves,

We must take the chance to fix ourselves,

Because nothing in this world is right.

We have to show love,

We have to rise above—

We have to make things right.

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About the Creator

Kai Jeffreys

Fiction and Non-fiction writer. Poet. Mexican/Irish/Comanche. Drummer, Pianist, barely in-tune vocalist. Graduate Student with not-enough time on their hands.

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