You told me I had it better than the kids in Africa,
that I had clothes, clean water and all that.
But sometimes I wish I was a kid in Africa,
just so that I can escape the darkness inside me.
Yeah, maybe the kids in Africa are starving,
yeah, maybe the kids in Africa are dirty and poor,
but maybe the kids in Africa,
don't have to live with these thoughts.
I'm sorry if I'm being selfish,
I'm sorry if I'm being insensitive.
But maybe this is the only time I've thought of myself,
maybe I'm tired of giving everything to someone who doesn't care.
YOU ARE READING
I want to be beautiful, too. -M.R c.2015 *** a/n: this book is about two years old now. it's some of my old writing that i'd thought i'd keep published so i can see how i've progressed. if you'd like some newer poems, i've got more recent poetry boo...