To the child who believes he is alone
Because his mother works two jobs
To keep him dry and fed well
But doesn’t have time to color with him
Doesn’t have time to draw balloons
And watch the clouds go lazily by
But always says I love you
And tucks him in at night.

Know that there is no such thing as alone.

To all the men who seek acceptance
For just being the man that they are
Who tell corny jokes at the wrongs moments
But still believes in chivalry
Who leave flowers on the doorsteps
Of their greatest love -
And un-enveloped poems in the mailbox.

Accept yourself and love the roses.

To the women who are ashamed
Of the size of pants they wear
And the way they do their hair
Who feel they won’t ever be loved
And wish, if only to themselves
That they where beautiful.

Know you are, for the true shame is ever believing differently.