you say that loving the same *** is worth hating. you say that these people for their unchosen sin should be paying, but deep down, you’re the same. you wake up every morning hating the same day.
you say that another skin color is what they should be wearing, but really, you are also truly despairing.
you tell them to be this, and be that. you tell them that they’re too skinny, or too fat.
you tell them how to be and who to be—i wish you could see through your hypocrisy.
because all colors of the rainbow are pretty.
because every size is alright.
because these people try with all their might.
because being different shouldn’t be met with fright.