I Am Waiting



By: Azalea Rosas

I am waiting for amazing people to stop blowing out their candle
Empathy is a trait no human would lose after birth
I am waiting for one mind to be changed to change much bigger
And the innocent vessels that were infected could be saved
The colorful laborer wouldn’t be quarantined
The ripples of past mental laceration no more felt 
Those that deserve should stop drowning
Accountability will soon breed responsibility
The simple beauty of the morning dew pleases the eye, why
I am waiting for my labeled wings to slice through the ageless norm

I am waiting for the contagious, affectionate disease to fall into the right hands
I am waiting for the colored blotches to become unprinted
Deceiving words will cease when the sun dies out
We go and we go,
but towards what?
People will speak in a way that leaves me mesmerized
I am waiting for mountains to look puny sooner than later
The bites from the uncivil should never cloud our hearts
We shouldn’t be waiting for their ego to be put to rest
I am waiting for my labeled wings to slice through the ageless norm

Vines and soil will fuse into the outstretched arms of mortals
I am waiting for human beings to be great at being human
That creature that undoubtedly acts more compassionate,
they will be recognized as truly man’s best friend
I am waiting for decency to envelop our mindsets
The moon does not shine without the sun,
Just like us we need a shoulder to lean on
I’m waiting for my scars to be cleansed
And I’m waiting for the age of embracing to endure
I am waiting for my labeled wings to slice through the ageless norm

 

 

Azalea Rosas is a 16-year-old from California.