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EQUAL HERE AND AFTER

I am just human
My want is to breathe air
Once more and one more time
Once more again
Again and again
My desire is to dream
Dream and live my dream
Dream and be a dream
I am an entity caught between time and eternity 
Confined by opinions on what colour has to do with the mind
I am a life tied to a definition by stereotypes 
I am a being defined less than human
I know it is greed
A sense of entitlement that despises
If everyone could just be a life
If everyone could focus on their dreams
If everyone could focus on the life they could live and let mine be
If everyone could just step on their own piece of earth proudly
And let mine be
If everyone could just focus on their contribution to improving the human condition 
And let me look at my own
But I am just a man
Living in a world where people could look at your skin
At your  sex
And think you less
I live in a world where you and me have to fight
Where free spirits don't just fit
Where democracy is a long way
Where the poor have no voice
And the rich are slaves to mamon 

It is crazy
We live, love,long
Long for a better world
Long for a world where we are equal in life as we will be after

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