Equal
Every child is told to be himself.
That's supposed to bring you happiness, health, and wealth.
So when a child takes that universal advice,
Why do we hate him, taunt him, and make him think twice?
One of the kindest people I ever knew
Made the mistake of loving who society told him not to.
They called him names, and he heard them all;
A cloud of cruel whispers followed him down the hall.
They haunted him daily, awake as he lie,
And he thought and he thought of the best way to die.
He wasn't the first, and he won't be the last,
Unless we change our ways and forget the prejudices of the past.
Who is to say that love is a sin?
What happened to kindness? Can we find it again?
No child of God should be forced to hide.
After all, the truth is simple: we're all the same inside.
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