A word written across the stars for all to see;
shiny and bright, yet neglected.
Hidden by the pitch black darkness we have grown accustomed
to calling home.
Where people scream for justice,
but give in hate.
Where peace is so well hidden, you start to wonder
does it really exist?
Or is there still any hope
for a future where hate isn't our identity?
A future where people don't get shot just for just being.
But a future where people can be proud of who they are.
Not a future where racism has the power
to take control of our thoughts and actions.
A future where hope is the new hate,
and peace is the new chaos.
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