It is you who defines the hate
It is you who defines the hate
It is you who decides our fates.
I have never looked at you face, your hair, your skin, and decided that I am different.
We fight for equality.
We are not asking to be better.
We are asking to be the same.
I ask for your children to be raised to love one another.
I ask for them not to see in color.
The black, and white could fade to gray.
It is you who defines the hate, today.
Tomorrow will be another day,
will you choose to segregate?
To hate on others, until they break.
I ask of you to remember this.
It is you who defines the hate.
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