I have a heart
you have a heart
I have lungs to take in oxygen
and live
and so do you
my hand has three lines
life, heart, and head
and yours does too
So why
are we different?
You may be family
or nearly so
a friend
or just a person on the street
Skin comes in many colors
eyes do too, but we are not judged by them
a broken mind makes you no less a person
If we walked around
inside out
I wonder
how much more would we see?













Comments
i see what you mean though
--
"make your own meaning because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it"
--
~I reject your reality and substitute my own.
~Anderson for President!
Previous PageNext Page