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From the mobsters to the members A hunter to a fur coat wearer; A president and the people Gaurds and peace seekers Officers and rebels Brown or yellow White and black What difference is there? Are we not all in this together? Breaking apart together? Finding tiny joys to live for with one another? Why is it so hard to stop judging right from wrong? To see the world in color and be creative with out harm harm to ourselves and to those who are in this with us no one is against us only against themselves still we choose to continue to defend ourselves forgetting we are all people experiencing the material body fighting against illusions of image and standards We are all here now Still, why do we compare? compete as if its fair? what is fair? We all want to be unique and we are but our 'uniqueness' must be worth more then "theirs"? How does this make sense? When its only taste is bare? The separation and segregation they say to compete is to grow I say to support is to know Support what is good which is as broad as life. Comparing seems to me as an equal to shaming is it not? Or is it something only I have had to fought?
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Why do we compare?
From the mobsters to the members A hunter to a fur coat wearer; A president and the people Gaurds and peace seekers Officers and rebels Brown or yellow White and black What difference is there? Are we not all in this together? Breaking apart together? Finding tiny joys to live for with one another? Why is it so hard to stop judging right from wrong? To see the world in color and be creative with out harm harm to ourselves and to those who are in this with us no one is against us only against themselves still we choose to continue to defend ourselves forgetting we are all people experiencing the material body fighting against illusions of image and standards We are all here now Still, why do we compare? compete as if its fair? what is fair? We all want to be unique and we are but our 'uniqueness' must be worth more then "theirs"? How does this make sense? When its only taste is bare? The separation and segregation they say to compete is to grow I say to support is to know Support what is good which is as broad as life. Comparing seems to me as an equal to shaming is it not? Or is it something only I have had to fought?
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
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