What if we stopped seeing people as a gender, race, or religion
And started seeing them as actual human souls instead?

In these streets on the hunt for a chocolate bunny with a big ****
A brown cotton tail who'll keep her mouth closed and won't tell
Sssshhhh be very, very, quiet I'm hunting
chocolate bunnies throughout the urban jungle I'm hunting chocolate bunnies.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

U⃗U⃗s⃗ p⃗o⃗e⃗t⃗s⃗
A⃗r⃗A⃗r⃗e⃗ t⃗h⃗t⃗h⃗e⃗ d⃗e⃗f⃗i⃗d⃗e⃗f⃗i⃗n⃗i⃗t⃗i⃗o⃗n⃗
O⃗O⃗f⃗ i⃗n⃗s⃗a⃗i⃗n⃗s⃗a⃗n⃗i⃗t⃗y⃗ ;


Brandon nagley
Lonesome. Poets poetry

Words are harmless, so they say,
That's where the problem starts;
Sticks and stones
May break our bones
But words will break our hearts.



Words are harmless, so they say,
And point you to their charts;
It's harmless fun,
No damage done.
But... Who will mend our hearts?



The x-rays show no damage
Where words have scathed across,
But it still feels hard to manage,
And leaves you at a loss.



Words are harmless, don't complain,
That's where the problem starts.
It's quite absurd-
A single word-
Enough to break our hearts!



But words are harmless, they maintain;
The subject of their parts,
No less or more,
So let them pour
From all our broken hearts

The ones that claim to love you give you the most misery.

We catch each other's glances occasionally
And I guess that's all I need
To know that deep down
Someway, somehow
You still care
We laugh at the same things in class
And I guess that's all I need
To know that deep down
Someway, somehow
You haven't changed

War's the cause
of many a
young man's
untimely
death?

It wasn't yours to tell