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A future With A Furute

So on occasion I get the urge to write poetry, don’t know why. But as a man that says he loves writing I figure I should write down ma poems and put them out there. This urge rarely comes in the middle of the day, instead it usually happens just before I got to bed, or more notably this time just after I have turned off my laptop and pulled the covers over on my bed. So anyway, this happened, what do people think?

I long for a future, yet not any future will do,
I’m not talking about a few more years alive,
Nor a grand life of riches and happiness.
I long for a future where do not becomes please do,
And where conversion becomes acceptance,
And where my tears run no more.
I long for a future that has its own future!

I long for a future where people are people,
Not genders, classes or idols.
I long for a future where the grass is greener,
But not just on the other side.
I long for a future where my skin does not exist,
But where it is just our skin.
I long for a future where calling out injustice happens,
But doesn’t require a standing ovation.
I long for a future where my touch is not suspected,
And where my smile is not made a leer.
I long for a future that has its own future!

I dream of my future,
Of your future,
Of your child’s future,
And your mothers,
And you fathers future,

In the small hours of the night I cry for this future,
I watch the videos and hear the talks,
I applaud them and shake my fist.
In the long hours of the daytime I discuss our future,
I walk the talk and spread the word,
I smile at the minds I have incited.

Yet in the twilight hours, between night and day,
Where no man is with me,
And no crime can affront me.
I still dream of that future.
I still dream of a future that has its own future.
I still long for a future that has its own future.

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