What if I wake up tomorrow
and the world feels split in two,
with adults arguing so loudly
I don’t know what is true?
The news keeps playing stories
about anger, fear, and blame.
It seems like everyone is talking,
but no one plays the same game.
Sometimes I wonder where hope goes
when voices are so high.
Does it hide behind the silence,
or goes somewhere to cry?
But then I see my classmates
working side by side,
different thoughts and different lives,
yet sitting close with pride.
We share ideas and pencils.
We listen and we learn.
We figure out our problems
by taking turns to speak in turn.
Maybe hope isn’t missing?
Maybe it’s something we make
when we choose to understand
instead of letting friendships break.
So maybe my voice matters more than I can see.
I can build a little bridge with how I choose to be.