Let the horizon

tilt vertical

and the world tip

and fall apart

so it can be renewed

to what I wanted

to change it to.

Let the women of the world

be equal,

let race be

nothing but a petal

in a garden,

let sexuality be

called "love" and let

the wars stop and crumble.

I want peace,

I want letters

from my family

placed on my grave

every birthday

telling me how it is.

Let the seeds of

my children

grow somewhere

they won't get burned or

cut, and let

their wounds

heal them and

nuture them to

great heights.

Let these thoughts written

on brown paper

be an old

prophecy, let

the people of

every country

call this world

"my country,"

let there be

one astronomical sign

that defines us and

let it be the sun,

let our music

save the creatures

that were chosen to be

neglected,

and let our sorrows

wash into the rain

and let me absorb your pain

so I can

make it happy tears

and know the world is changing.