who gave you the will to survive, the confidence to fight, the erg to live, and the want to let free. who is the creator of all life? who gave you life? what is the purpose or even the meaning of life? who gave you your name, who showed you the way, who is the one that gave you away, away to the open, away to the new opportunities, who showed you that you can be whom ever you wanted?
In today's world people can be sexist, people can be racist, people can believe that woman and man are meant to be together and think that anybody who thinks different is an abomination but those people that are getting hurt because of other peoples actions and beliefs shouldn't be getting hurt. someone needs protection someone needs love someone is out there who is in need of acceptance, someone should get acceptance but instead they get judged, no one is perfect, therefor if you are not perfect then you shouldn't judge. You have imperfections to, maybe you keep them a secret but they're there, even if no one can see them.
Who am I, I am a person who is not perfect but I still judge, I don't like hurting people, I'm not raciest, I'm not sexist and I'm not homophobic. I try not to upset people but I lose control and I cant help myself sometimes and I don't blame anybody for this, just myself and I may not apologize or say I'm sorry but do know that I am, im sorry.
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Poetrythis is basically a whole bunch of poems and some little stories but I have some great poems and some lesser ones and I mixed them up so if you give up half way through you will never know what you may be missing out on
