acceptance
Why can’t you accept me…
I’m a human being…I live, I breath, I bleed, I cry…what makes you different than me… what gives you any right to judge me… what makes you think you know what’s best for me…
Who are you to tell me what I can do with my life… who says that I want that in my life…who says I don’t want to be myself and my own person…why can’t you accept me for me… why must you feel that you need to change me… you tell me you love me, you tell me you love everything about me… yet you subtly confuse me… you make me think I am crazy and that I should be who I don’t want be…you want me to be accepted…
Why do you feel that different is bad…why do you want me to be like you… there is already one of you… why does the world need two…why do you hate me because of my skin… why do you hate because of my believes… why do you hate me because of who I love… I don’t hate you… I’ve accepted you… when will it be my turn…
When can I scream from the mountain tops that I love a man… when can I walk down the street holding hands with the person I am in love with… why cant you accept the fact that I am different… why can’t you accept the fact that my love is just as pure as yours, even more so because my love isn’t tainted by jealousy and intolerance… I can raise a child better than you, because my child would be raised to be accepting…
Why do I scare you… why can’t you accept me… is it fear of the unknown, or fear that maybe you are different too… are you scared that maybe by being different the world is going to stop or end…could you live in a world where everyone was the same…
When will you realize I bleed from the same cut that you do… when will you realize my heart isn’t stone and flesh and muscle just as yours is… when will you realize my blood isn’t ice water… when will you realize that that is you…
When will you realize that you are slowly dying inside, that you hatred and intolerance is eating your insides… when will you figure out that your insides are rotted away because of the hatred festered there…
When will you accept me for who I am… when will you look in the mirror and accept yourself for who you are…when will you stop being scared and face yourself… maybe next time you look in a mirror, do so to look at yourself not to fix your hair so that everyone else will accept you…
I’m a human being…I live, I breath, I bleed, I cry…what makes you different than me… what gives you any right to judge me… what makes you think you know what’s best for me…
Who are you to tell me what I can do with my life… who says that I want that in my life…who says I don’t want to be myself and my own person…why can’t you accept me for me… why must you feel that you need to change me… you tell me you love me, you tell me you love everything about me… yet you subtly confuse me… you make me think I am crazy and that I should be who I don’t want be…you want me to be accepted…
Why do you feel that different is bad…why do you want me to be like you… there is already one of you… why does the world need two…why do you hate me because of my skin… why do you hate because of my believes… why do you hate me because of who I love… I don’t hate you… I’ve accepted you… when will it be my turn…
When can I scream from the mountain tops that I love a man… when can I walk down the street holding hands with the person I am in love with… why cant you accept the fact that I am different… why can’t you accept the fact that my love is just as pure as yours, even more so because my love isn’t tainted by jealousy and intolerance… I can raise a child better than you, because my child would be raised to be accepting…
Why do I scare you… why can’t you accept me… is it fear of the unknown, or fear that maybe you are different too… are you scared that maybe by being different the world is going to stop or end…could you live in a world where everyone was the same…
When will you realize I bleed from the same cut that you do… when will you realize my heart isn’t stone and flesh and muscle just as yours is… when will you realize my blood isn’t ice water… when will you realize that that is you…
When will you realize that you are slowly dying inside, that you hatred and intolerance is eating your insides… when will you figure out that your insides are rotted away because of the hatred festered there…
When will you accept me for who I am… when will you look in the mirror and accept yourself for who you are…when will you stop being scared and face yourself… maybe next time you look in a mirror, do so to look at yourself not to fix your hair so that everyone else will accept you…