When you come into my classroom,
I Love YOU.
Exactly the way you are, just as you walked into my room.
I don't love you more when you please me, and I don't love you less when you mess up.
I don't love you any less for who you love, or how you love. I don't love you any less for the color of your skin, where you are from, or what language you speak.
I don't love you any less for your gender, or gender- identity.
If anything, I love you even more for being who YOU are; and not anything else.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
When you come into my classroom,
I Love YOU.
Exactly the way you are, just as you walked into my room.
I don't love you more when you please me, and I don't love you less when you mess up.
I don't love you any less for who you love, or how you love. I don't love you any less for the color of your skin, where you are from, or what language you speak.
I don't love you any less for your gender, or gender- identity.
If anything, I love you even more for being who YOU are; and not anything else.
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