As a child
I watched the world fly before my eyes
With animated pictures like magic
I saw days come and go
As a teen
I became more curious
Why do boys play and girls cook?
Why do some men work while others sleep?
Why is there one king yet many servants?
But then mama said to me
It is the way of the world
It is the way of the world
It is the way of the world
Why is there so much suffering?
Why is there so much pain?
Why is there so much wickedness?
And yet they say it is the way of the world
Now as an adult,
I see
I see that the world is not as it may seem
Black or white
Big or small
The world goes round and round
All the way
Because truly, it is the way of the world.
By Victoria Ishmael
