My Dream World — A Poem on Injustice

Someone asked me about my dreams…

I thought of my dream world, and nobody was shot,

I thought of myself, and I had so much power that I wasn’t afraid of losing any — so I didn’t hurt anyone to protect it,

I got older, but I didn’t lose my dignity,

I got wiser but didn’t become greedy,

Life kept changing, but people didn’t hang themselves because of poverty,

And nobody had to go to work right after maternity.

I thought of my dream world, and it had everything people didn’t have,

I worried so much about the world that I wasn’t even worried about what I wore or how I looked;

I thought of my dream world, then they called me an utopian,

So I looked at them and called them a liar.

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