Hope, hope, hope. Sounds like a chore rather than a mantra, isn’t it? With it being repeated daily, Forcefully embedded into our lives.

Because even if I was raised in a home where we believed that money bought a house but not a home, I was raised in a society where we were dragged across our dreams, onto a path of golden blood.

Our necks were forcefully directed to a generalized success. Our knees were sinking into dirt filled with dead leaves and branches,

Because this time it wasn’t gravity pushing us down, but it was the loud whispers of the community of dismantled machines we called humanity.

But that’s not how humanity should be. Our hearts shouldn’t be torn of our ambitions; confidence constructed with solar-panels, and eyes instructed to destroy.

Instead, humanity should consist of harmony.

As if it were our soundtrack, consisting of ballads that dug deep for the hope we’ve been longing for, that we’ve been searching for because of how scarce it has been. Making us predators, hunting down every dream, every fantasy, every ambition the people next to us, the people in front of us, and the people all around us had.

And even when greed rules over us, continue to hope.

Because hope should not depend on the situation but it should depend on the situation that hope brings you to.

Hope should not depend on the class distinction but it should depend on the level of your heart.

Hope should not be a luxury we all fight for, but it should be a necessity we all live for.

Hope, hope, hope. With different voices, we can finally learn to harmonize.

About The Poet

Ninoscha Mendoza, from St Mary’s Catholic High School, is an aspiring spoken word artist who hopes to be capable of holding a pen that does not only touch papers, but touches hearts.