Don't hate the man
for being black
No he doesn't steal.
Like you,
he works
day or night
to provide himself a meal.

Don't hate the man
for being white
He's just nice as you.
He has his job
and has his friends
to whom he remains so true.

Don't hate the man
for being Muslim
and is praying
to his God.
For he does no harm
to anybody,
and isn't at all bad.

Don't hate the man
for being Christian
and is attending
their mass.
He's being thankful
of whatever he's had
and of
whatever he still has.

Don't mock the man
who lost his leg
and could
not run as fast.
For he still has
his heart as whole
who is capable to love.

Don't hate the man
Don't hate the girl
or anyone you see.
For everyone
desires to be loved
even you and me

Me & You came to this party
Full of vigor, full of life
Ready to take it all head on
Me & You, husband and wife

Me & You are the daily special
With love served on the side
Here or to go we're good with the flow
Me & You together for life

Me & You are willing partners
Me & You both fit the crime
The day we robbed each others heart
Me & You have been doing time

Me & You fit each other
Like a well worn pair of gloves
Summer strong, Winter warm
Me & You covered in love

Me & You are holding steady
To this venture we are on
More rough these days than ready
Me & You in this love song

Me & You do better together
Than we ever could separately
Two love birds of a feather
Flying through this life fancy free

If not for my sharpie
My wrists would have more scars
My sharpie is my substitute
For objects that are sharp

So instead of carving  my wrists
I draw on them instead
If not for my sharpie
I truly would be dead

I wonder where would I be
If not for the Sharpie
To keep myself organized
Permanently

As I store my life in boxes
With short stories on top
So I'll know where to go
When I need to restock

I even Sharpie my name
On the tags of my clothes
So both my clothes and I know
By whom they are owned

Oh the Hollywood tragedy
If my pirated DVD's
Where not all color coded
By a rainbow array of Sharpie's

Plus they're the perfect party favors
With the overindulgent guest
For weeks they can look in the mirror
And see all the fun that they missed

There is nothing I like better
Than pulling out my permanent pen
And marking down forever
Whatever mood I'm in

A girl without beauty
A girl without money
Looked down upon
They thought it was funny

That she was broken
That she was hurt
Nobody knew what she was worth

She grew tired of it
She wanted it to end
She was a girl with not even one friend

So she found a gun
She wanted it to be done
But she failed to do it
She continued to run

She ran from society
Ran from reality
But she ran oh so far

Look who she turned out to be
Lost in her thoughts
She grabbed the gun
One shot
And it was done