When My Eyes See Themselves

(original version) this is what i have seen in my 16 as i look at myself, i saw the instrument i was using to do so, and i saw anger. i continued to look, and i look deep and wonder the where, the why, what could bring such an anger within me. as i continue to look, i ponder what it is i was wondering, and i think to myself(haven’t gone through any thing the next person hasn't been through, yet it's not what i've been through, but what i've seen). these things that i have seen, and i continued to look and think. as i think i picture the things i've seen the lies that have been spoken, the wiping out of nations by disease, starvation, the corruption of young minds by the bringing of yesterdays irrelevance today so we will not look to tomorrow. these things i see the corruption, the starving, the poverty, the difficulties of immigration to the land of the proud and free yet this proud land is very costly. what's the bill 400 years of slavery, 600 years of open discrimination who has paid every race except none wanting of change caucasian. a land so proud when in reality has no integrity. a nation the give a month to celebrate 4,000,000 years of accomplishments, but only recognizes the accomplishments made after slavery. showing only 400 years of the4, 000,000 years of history my eye of anger began to weep in sorrow from this realization. i turned from the mirror and toward a book of knowledge. i saw not what be if the world but what the world could be. a world where the tree of knowledge didn't exist a world without a war within the world a world without war of races a world without war of religions a world were everyone has nature