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She's fat, he's gay, they're ugly.
Who cares? All you ever see is the hate.
No one focuses on the beauty that is surrounding us all.
Why do we judge? Who are we to judge another?
What makes us feel entitled?
If it were you their shoes would you beg for acceptance or
ask for help? When was the world judged on its appearance
rather than the quality of its inhabitants?
Why can't we love instead of hate.
We have the ability to shape the world
through our words. Create a place where we want to live
in. Would you be proud of a judgmental world?
One that was made by you and now has to be endured by the ones
you love? The world is full of diversity, that's how we bond, not
how we break. Who is to say we are the 'right'
ones? Maybe we were wrong all along. Beauty is in the eyes of the
person who is looking, not a magazine or bible. Love is unconditional
not subject to ne sex. Why does everyone believe they are right?
What is the point of hatred? Do we attack to protect our own sensitive shells
or has humanity just become wronged and
twisted on its own? If I could change anything it would be the hate inside those
who judge others and create pain. The hate that is within all of us proves
we are human but also promises we are able to be
monsters.
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