When I look up at the night sky, I marvel at every star
And I see the constellations and even name a few.
Little dipper, Big dipper, and geminii the twins.
Orion the hunter and Cassiopia the queen.
I look up at the stars and see each constellation
And I know each one is unique.

Ir makes me think of how each one of us is just as unique.
I see people of all different genders and sexualities
All combined in so many different ways.
I see people with eyes shining brightly as if made of stars
And hair flowing as if its the trail of a comet.

But I also see people with dark eyes
Eyes dull and cold. As if their star is dying.
All because they've been exposed to too much hate

Hate they didn't and don't deserve
Hate they recieve for simply existing.
I long to help, long to make their eyes shine again
I wish I could rekindle their stars.

I hate this hate. It acts as a vaccum,
******* all of the happiness out of their hearts.
But to be completely honest
I'm just like them. I focus to much on the hate.
When I should be looking at the love.

We are all constellations, and the earth is our sky.
We are all unique and wonderful
And each one of us deserves to shine
As brightly as we want to.