A Suggestion For Progression
Who am I, who am I?
Just a girl with tear stained eyes
Ruined and restless upon
My woman's thighs
Our love is shy...
Tell me, how is your hatred
Not a form of oppression
We are supposed to step forward
But where is the progression?
Let me make a suggestion.
This is not black and white
Yet it's as simple as color,
Just lay down the differences
And respect each other.
I'm as different from you
As you are from me.
Let me be.
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