True Colors

Sesshomaru walked into an empty clearing and sat beneath a cherry tree. Rin had told him that she had a surprise for him and he decided to humor her as he always did. He was unsure of what she planned but he would give in and let her have her wish. She stepped from behind a bush as she started singing.

Rin: You with the sad eyes

Don’t be discouraged, Oh I realize

It’s hard to take courage

In a world full of people

You can lose sight of it all

All the dreams inside you

But you feel so small

Sesshomaru’s eyes widened as he realized she had never truly sang for him. She sang little lullabies and verses when she was bored or missed his companionship while traveling, This is the first time he truly heard her sing. Kohaku stepped from behind Rin as he sang his part.

Kohaku: I can name a couple things that should never change

Like the feeling of happiness that you get

When you’re with friends on a summer day

The simple things, how we work, how we play

How we all should treat each other the same

You know acceptance isn’t easy though, it challenges us all in some way

Whether its color, age, gender or race

We get uncomfortable when someone else is different

And they enter our space and it pressures us to be open with change

But take a moment

Flip the script and try to picture this with the roles rearranged

Because you’re different you experience hate

Mistreated not because of actions that you’ve taken or a terrible mistake

But hated on because of your dna

Sesshomaru felt a twinge of guilt surface. All this time he made his hatred of humans well known and not once cared how it affected Rin. All the pain she kept bottled up while giving him her loyalty, devotion and a smile to cover her pain. He decided he would make it up to her and reward her for her loyalty.

Rin:

I see your true colors shining through

I see your true colors that’s why I love you

So don’t be afraid to let them show

Your true colors, your true colors

Kohaku:

It's crazy all the types people we can characterize
We laugh when friends tell us a story and they start to describe
In funny ways a group of people through a stereotype
But when it's pointed back at you, hold up, that isn't true
You see it's never doing harm until it feels unfair
And then we speak up but wonder why no one else cares
I think the truth is that we all just want a place to fit in
It's hard enough to find friends, much less for some other kid
But if we're honest inside
And really wanna do right
Judging others for something they have no control over might
Be comical at times, but that'd make me less of a man
The bigger thing I think is standing as a leader instead