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In a world woven with colors and hues, Where every face tells stories anew, We walk our paths with different skins, Yet the cruel judge's voice, it always begins.
Each body unique, like the stars in the night, Crafted by hands that intended pure light. But whispers of judgment pierce through the air, Casting shadows of doubt, breeding despair.
Look at the faces, the stories they hold, Of laughter and heartache, of timid and bold. Yet here comes the judgment, a heavy shroud, As if being different should make us cowed.
Oh, how God painted this canvas so wide, With differences meant to be embraced, not denied. For in every shape, in every tone, Lies a piece of His heart, a spark of His own.
Yet the world turns its gaze, too often unkind, Focusing on flaws that are easy to find. Instead of acceptance, they build up their walls, Drowning the beauty in shallow, harsh calls.
But what if we paused, if we truly could see, That diversity's gift is what sets us free? In each other's arms, let love take its stance, Embracing our differences, a beautiful dance.
So let us remember, as we journey along, That the heart is where beauty forever belongs. For God made us different, uniquely our own, In this vast tapestry, let love be our tone.
Let compassion and kindness guide us each day, As we learn to accept in our own special way. In a world that can hurt, let us strive to be whole, For the beauty of differences enriches the soul.
