This spoken word...
Is chosen words...
As soon as i speak up,
those choices heard.
But if i were to meek up,
those choices blur.
Frozen by the fear of an unknown turf.
What does it mean?
Does mean that I'm scared?
Or that i don’t care?
Or that education and support are not there?
Never meant to be demean,
and cause a bogus affair.
But what isn't bogus,
when you look in the mirror?
Too old not to know this
Too young not to care
No knowledge on topics,
but I’ll comment with flair.
If I say the wrong thing,
in just the right light.
Maybe the others,
just wont push and fight.
We turn the other cheek,
as we call it polite.
We wait,
and we hope,
while we cope with our life.
Every one of us does it,
we feel love and we fight.
We all make mistakes,
but take ours as alright.
And theirs is so bad?
The care that we have,
wouldn’t dare to see past,
the color of skin.
Orientation,
is less of a statement,
it’s love and thats basic,
don’t hate with no basis.
You're not born with the hate,
its a great instillation.
Don’t act like its fake,
or go about face it.
You can’t just erase the past or say you've misplaced it.
Accept.
Don’t reject.
Show respect, and embrace it.
Lets go create,
and love with persuasion.
I just cant wait, for
a hate free oasis.
Too much is at stake,
for us to stay blameless.
Enough of the shame,
trust we’re destined for greatness.