Don't judge me with your bitterness.
I don't care how you dress.
To me, it doesn't matter who you kiss.
Love is a philosophy, not an activity.
Please don't force your adjectives on me.
My acceptance is on the content of your character.
Selfishness is the only way you know how to care.
The way you walk through life.
It is like walking on the edge of a knife.
Cutting away what genetics gave you is your right
Love is a philosophy, not an activity.
Please don't force your acronym on me.
I want to walk a movement that is for everybody.
Making reasons for exclusion is what you do.
Woman or man is now just slang.
Your left with two feet and two hands
Now, what is your conventional life plan?
Love is a philosophy, not an activity.
Telling me what I see is normal human destiny.
There are more vivid colors to the rainbow you don't see
Lavender to purple is the one love-sign for me.
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021
- Author: Thomas J. Dooley ( Offline)
- Published: February 5th, 2021 11:35
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 13
Comments1
Love is a philosophy, not an activity.... the philosophy and activity of sacrifice...
like your continuing thought.
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