PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I use to write. I was nice, back when I had feelings right?
Words exploding on pages...spending wages and time to perfect my craft.
Only to be left with the aftermath, blocked.
Shocked, by the state of the world today.
Sad that when we pray, it doesn't change things, it seems.
Stuck, winning sometimes and calling it luck, overlooking my blessings.
Still hoping for a new day...believing there's a Heaven, longing to see the Man but not to soon.
Cleaning, making room in my heart, for other people.
I just want to feel like we're equals.
I know change is needed, advice heeded, as I scribble an ode to what to do?
A journey as I write, traveling to that place where I was nice, right?