No8
If I was given one wish by the magic Genie
One wish that could change it all...
I would wish for a world where Hate was not an option
A world where love, kindness and acceptance filled the
Bodies of every human being like the air we breathe
Fills our lungs, We would be color blind but see all
The vibrant hues in the world, Sexuality would no longer be
Inspected and dissected like an anamoly found in the wild
But accepted like the changing of seasons and the sun setting
The differences in our surroundings , the differences of the
Sound of our words and the variations of our faces would
Be celebrated, explored and cherished like a precious gift
Our words would be quick to form verbal weapons but be things
Of Healing , Sources of inspiration and education, Our bodies would
Not be used to hurt one another but used to reach out and aid our
Brothers and Sisters across the globe.....
If I had only one wish, I would ask the Genie for Hate to no longer be an option
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