Respect

You ask what I’d change, and I just have to say,

There’s something that I’d pick pretty much any day.

Something you’d want too if you just looked around,

Something desperately needed, that’s getting me down.

From the suspicious side glances at the convenience store

To the very different people not friends anymore,

To the girls across the ocean who are denied their rights

And to the people at home with their civil rights fights,

To the people attacked for just being themselves,

To the outcasts who simply have no one else,

To the victims of harmful stereotypes,

To the downtrodden with all of their ignored plights,

To the man who can’t sew without getting strange looks

And to the woman who’s only expected to read cookbooks,

To the people of different colors spited no matter what they do,

To the people of the same skin who are different from you.

It’s our ‘way’ to be spiteful, it’s simply our fate,

You can even be ‘normal’ and STILL receive hate.

So if I had the power, what I’d want most of all,

Is for people to respect differences, no matter how small.