The world I wish for is not real
Commercially, there’s no appeal
We live on land that feels, instead
Far unlike what black reels said
The world I wish is judged one way
By what’s inside, not what’s portrayed
Facades: they mean no more to me
Than living life emotion-free
Compassion, sure, it costs a lot
The energy and time we’ve got
Presumption is much cheaper, though
To think we know things…we don’t know
In this world that I so wish
There is not one bit of this
Not the guessing
No assuming
Nor damage caused
By us presuming
We’d seek the who that lives inside
Not predispose them in our mind
For there is so much more to us
That first impressions never touch
Judgments, my wished world won’t see
For there, compassion’s cost is free
And though it may not come for us
One day, it will. Because it must.
How the World Should Work 