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The world would be a better place If girls weren't told that what they wore Was the reason they were called ****** That it was their fault for being ***** When no one ever asks for it The world would be a better place When boys are told that its okay To play with dolls and they won't be called gay When a child wants to dress like the opposite gender And adults won't tell them it's wrong The world would be a better place If my age didn't mean I know nothing Even though I know how it feels To lose and be abandoned, to feel like I'm not wanted To be alone and have no job The world would be a better place If it didn't matter if I liked girls or guys If my little brother didn't feel the need to hide His true self from the world If my sister didn't hurt herself and actually got help The world would be a better place If every child knew the love of a parent And had a home with food And a family to call their own The way the world is now means it won't change based on a poem, won't stop based on one death And won't recognize that even in chaos there is hope
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
The world would be a better place
The world would be a better place If girls weren't told that what they wore Was the reason they were called ****** That it was their fault for being ***** When no one ever asks for it The world would be a better place When boys are told that its okay To play with dolls and they won't be called gay When a child wants to dress like the opposite gender And adults won't tell them it's wrong The world would be a better place If my age didn't mean I know nothing Even though I know how it feels To lose and be abandoned, to feel like I'm not wanted To be alone and have no job The world would be a better place If it didn't matter if I liked girls or guys If my little brother didn't feel the need to hide His true self from the world If my sister didn't hurt herself and actually got help The world would be a better place If every child knew the love of a parent And had a home with food And a family to call their own The way the world is now means it won't change based on a poem, won't stop based on one death And won't recognize that even in chaos there is hope
Wrote this for a contest, haven't even sent it in yet, oh well
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
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