Imagine

Imagine a world where we all looked inward,

Where mirrors were sacred, not weapons,

Where we polished our own reflections,

Instead of scratching at someone else's shine.

Imagine a world where grace was the language,

Not gossip in disguise,

Where our tongues built bridges,

Not battlegrounds of who is better, who is less.

Picture this:

A world where "enough" was not a myth,

Where abundance flowed like gospel,

And everyone drank from the same well of worth.

No scrambling for crumbs,

No side-eyes at success,

Just a rhythm of "I see you,"

And seeing you does not take anything away from me.

Imagine that.

A world where peace is not a performance,

Where we mind our healing,

And in doing so, heal the world.