A
man and a woman or a woman and a man,
The
boundary to which is infinite and breeches the high heavens to join hands with
the holder.
A
woman and a woman, or a man and a man,
Power
of hatred and people unite in fear, as manipulation dominates the ears.
A
man and a woman, or a woman and a man,
Praise
and achievement, whilst having the freedom to roam.
A
man and a man, or a woman and a woman.
Inglorious
and secrecy, because difference is insulting.
Our
appearance is ours,
Our
personal choices belong to us,
Our
decisions create us,
Our
actions define us.
Their
differences open judgment,
Their
opinions become ours,
Their
love is not life,
But
their problems are not mine.
My
paragraphs should combine,
Not
remain singular,
Our
appearances are all different,
Yet
the same causes us to scream.
My
heart takes the same shape as yours and I mimic the same actions as you,
Although
my journey is much thicker then yours, as I have much more to go through,
I
can’t ask for a job, nor would I like a house to call mine,
I
simply want to walk down the road, without people looking me in the eye.
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