Oct 2013
Color me grey because all I see is black and white. I want to be the in between, the fluid perspective of this messed up world.
I want to walk without shoes on the streets of hate because I want to feel the world through every gap between my toes.
Maybe a rock will lodge itself under my skin so that I can grow into something the world would be more proud of.
I want to flow with each breath of the wind. Baring the news of open minds, breaking through their fine lines, leaving cracks in the pavement behind me.
Do you remember when we were young? The world was our plato.
Society taught us that we could mold it into anything we desired, but look around you.
Our World is a lie, a compilation of our hopes and dreams crushed and spattered across the borders of our minds.
In return, society has turned us into bigots and bullies. Get your crap together. ***** war, condone peace. Freedom isn’t confined to the colour of our skin, who we love, or gender expression.
Take me back to when times were hard because I’m sick of being a part of the underprivileged youth.
I want to feel every blow to my body just as if they were my own.
To respect the actions of the past may be repeating the injustices that have been made, but when all is forgotten how is this pathetic world suppose to function?
Crowded city streets filled unfriendly strangers, suburbans and small towns packed with unjustified judgment and whispers of hate.
To the Little queer boy on the rural streets of Indy, you keep holding on to that boy’s hand.
To my soul sister from another mother, keep preaching your kindness even though there are still people out there who will categorize you by the colour of your skin.
To anyone out there that has a problem with the queen’s language, don’t you ever let anyone convince you that you are stupid.
To all those who reside in my community, I promise that you are not going to hell.
Don’t run from the hate. Embrace it. Band together, create a shield with your compassion. A wise man once said, “be the change that you want to see in this world.”
Burn a hole in the back of my mind with the genocides of time. Let me feel the way you did so that maybe I can create a better future.
My love needs to be put to better use.
If they could hear my words I would hope that it would grant them with humbleness because they’d know that they caused inspiration for the future.
For all the writers that have ever taken a pen to a piece of paper until their fingertips bled.
For those who broke down the barriers with chants of the future that they were born to create.
Let freedom ring from every heart and soul in this nation.
Just maybe if we remember the words of the King, we’d finally be free.
I want to walk without shoes on the streets of hate because I want to feel the world through every gap between my toes.
Maybe a rock will lodge itself under my skin so that I can grow into something the world would be more proud of.
I want to flow with each breath of the wind. Baring the news of open minds, breaking through their fine lines, leaving cracks in the pavement behind me.
Do you remember when we were young? The world was our plato.
Society taught us that we could mold it into anything we desired, but look around you.
Our World is a lie, a compilation of our hopes and dreams crushed and spattered across the borders of our minds.
In return, society has turned us into bigots and bullies. Get your crap together. ***** war, condone peace. Freedom isn’t confined to the colour of our skin, who we love, or gender expression.
Take me back to when times were hard because I’m sick of being a part of the underprivileged youth.
I want to feel every blow to my body just as if they were my own.
To respect the actions of the past may be repeating the injustices that have been made, but when all is forgotten how is this pathetic world suppose to function?
Crowded city streets filled unfriendly strangers, suburbans and small towns packed with unjustified judgment and whispers of hate.
To the Little queer boy on the rural streets of Indy, you keep holding on to that boy’s hand.
To my soul sister from another mother, keep preaching your kindness even though there are still people out there who will categorize you by the colour of your skin.
To anyone out there that has a problem with the queen’s language, don’t you ever let anyone convince you that you are stupid.
To all those who reside in my community, I promise that you are not going to hell.
Don’t run from the hate. Embrace it. Band together, create a shield with your compassion. A wise man once said, “be the change that you want to see in this world.”
Burn a hole in the back of my mind with the genocides of time. Let me feel the way you did so that maybe I can create a better future.
My love needs to be put to better use.
If they could hear my words I would hope that it would grant them with humbleness because they’d know that they caused inspiration for the future.
For all the writers that have ever taken a pen to a piece of paper until their fingertips bled.
For those who broke down the barriers with chants of the future that they were born to create.
Let freedom ring from every heart and soul in this nation.
Just maybe if we remember the words of the King, we’d finally be free.
