Maybe Humanity...
By Beata Leighton
Maybe some day, girls will feel full,
Not famished, starving, with fingernails blue
Maybe they’ll flourish, dance and strive,
Gleeful and joyful to just feel alive
Maybe some day, boys can be artists,
Not forced into football, scared to be the smartest
Maybe they’ll write, sing, and act
Being themselves, and happy in fact
Maybe some day, adults can be soft
Not touching it out like nothing is off
Maybe they’ll talk, care and communicate,
Helping each other, avoiding the hate
Maybe some day, grandparents can live,
Not be shut away and ignored by their kids.
Maybe they’ll share their stories, so clever,
To listen to closely before lost forever
Maybe some day, the black man will rise,
Not fearing the cops, afraid to walk outside.
Maybe they’ll come out of cities alive,
Sharing their culture, sharing their pride
Maybe some day, humans will thrive,
Saying what they mean and what’s really inside
Maybe they’ll love, understand and have kindness,
Practicing care and open-mindedness