If we can’t be loved by the color of our skin; if we can’t be loved by the faith of our religion; if we can’t be loved because we love who we love; can we be loved just because? Just because there is a sun and just because there is a moon. Because I dance in the rain; because our laughs aren’t all the same, we see each other in different ways. Well the world needs to change its views. It’s standing in the largest pair of judgmental shoes. Why can’t it accept what other people choose? SO WHAT if we do what we WANT to do, why can’t we be loved just because? Kids, I love kids, because they’re so blind. They get along with all kinds. It’s parents who teach them what’s right and what’s wrong. Parents who teach them who does or doesn’t belong. But in a world full of people, we’re bound to be different. Simply put, we’re bound to be a mess. So who’s to decide what’s good, better, or best? I guarantee we all started out the same. A tiny egg waiting on that missing piece of DNA. We weren’t white, we weren’t black, we weren’t yellow, orange, or green. We were just waiting to exist in the grand scheme of things. So why can’t we be loved just because? We should be proud of where we came from, proud of who we are. Stop discrimination and raise the acceptance bar. Who made it a rule that you can’t be yourself because you have to consider someone ELSE? And by conforming to these ideas, we’re only making it worse. We should see our individuality as a gift, not a curse. We should open our mind to the unknown, and only then can the world begin to grow. No one should be made to feel out of place. Not because of religion, love, or race. Forget all that, you know what this world needs? Blindness, kindness, and fools. The blind don’t see us differently. The kind don’t believe we’re different at all. And the fools don’t know what different means. So why can’t we be loved just because? Better yet, why can’t we love just because?
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If You Read This, You’ll Go Mad
I took the time to tell a rhyme
To sing a song that sounds superb
To make a picture out of a thousand words
I took the time to tell a tall tale
Not to mislead you but to concede you
To grant you entrance into my world
To open the groaning gate guarded by my guile
Yes my clever wit is the lever to grip
To reach this winding walkway of weird wayward ramblings
To go left you must go right and to go right you must go up
To go up and you must dance and to go down prance
But if you stay too long you’ll go mad
To exit saunter south slowly singing soundly
But slowly move quickly for the lowly gate is tricky
If it knows you’re coming it will close: clank, clutter, bang
And if it does, tell it this story…
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