Welcome to Holland

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this…



When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michelangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.



After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."



"Holland?!" you say. "What do you mean, Holland?" I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy.



But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.



The important thing is that they haven't taken you to some horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.



So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.



It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts.



But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."



The pain of that will never, ever, go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.



But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.

Written by Emily Perl Kingsley


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I Can’t Remember

I can’t remember
skipping rocks on the beach
My childhoods forgotten
My childhoods lost.

Going to the doctor
Making mud cakes
Playing with friends in the street.

I can’t remember
All the bereavement
My childhoods forgotten
My childhoods lost.

The doctor doing surgery
Me getting pain pills
I can’t remember any of it
None of it’s clear.

I still can’t remember,
How it’s gone
My childhoods forgotten
My childhoods lost.


by Jamesha Willis

You Have A History

You were only six
But your eyes seemed hundreds of years older
And when you asked me if the lines on your palm told your future
I couldn't help but laugh
Because, babe, you had it backwards.

The curvy one growing up from your wrist is the stem
You were once a flower
And the zigzag striking across your palm is the path
You were lightning
The squiggly one that dances from the base of your thumb to the pinky
Isn't it beautiful to know how to fly?

Remember you were a bird
And the ebbing lines running across it all
Waves, you were the most wonderful sea
The ones slowly sliding down from your first finger
Paint.

You were god's masterpiece
Then, finally the short, straight, horizontal
Lines rushing all too quickly across your fingers
Oh, isn't it obvious?

Human.

Echoes of the Heart

There are echoes I hear, old songs in the dark
of the Indian ways, of long ago days,
still heard all around, in our valley below...
Where their dreams of tomorrow, are still sung by the lark....
 
As the twilight would come, under a red setting sun,
with the fragrance of loam, and the tired walk done... 
they would bed under trees where the heather was strewn
they would burn a small fire, and prepare a warm meal,
with smoke in the breeze, while the whippoorwill's song
would, drift by the face of the moon

On their heels was the dust, in the noontime sun
They journeyed from tribes from the dusk of the past, 
wearing the colorful hope of tomorrow's new task 
Moving to where the buffalo roam
Then moving again, to find a new home

There are echoes I hear, old songs in the dark
of the Indian ways, of long ago days,
still heard all around, in our valley below...
Where their dreams of tomorrow, are still sung by the lark....

by Carrie Richards 

Poem in October

It was my thirtieth year to heaven

Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood   

      And the mussel pooled and the heron

                  Priested shore

            The morning beckon

With water praying and call of seagull and rook

And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall   

            Myself to set foot

                  That second

      In the still sleeping town and set forth.

      My birthday began with the water-

Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name   

      Above the farms and the white horses

                  And I rose   

            In rainy autumn

And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

High tide and the heron dived when I took the road

            Over the border

                  And the gates

      Of the town closed as the town awoke.

      A springful of larks in a rolling

Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling   

      Blackbirds and the sun of October

                  Summery

            On the hill’s shoulder,

Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly   

Come in the morning where I wandered and listened   

            To the rain wringing

                  Wind blow cold

      In the wood faraway under me.

      Pale rain over the dwindling harbour

And over the sea wet church the size of a snail   

      With its horns through mist and the castle   

                  Brown as owls

            But all the gardens

Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales   

Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.   

            There could I marvel

                  My birthday

      Away but the weather turned around.

      It turned away from the blithe country

And down the other air and the blue altered sky   

      Streamed again a wonder of summer

                  With apples

            Pears and red currants

And I saw in the turning so clearly a child’s

Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother   

            Through the parables

                  Of sun light

      And the legends of the green chapels

      And the twice told fields of infancy

That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.   

      These were the woods the river and sea

                  Where a boy

            In the listening

Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy   

To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.

            And the mystery

                  Sang alive

      Still in the water and singingbirds.

      And there could I marvel my birthday

Away but the weather turned around. And the true   

      Joy of the long dead child sang burning

                  In the sun.

            It was my thirtieth

Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon   

Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.   

            O may my heart’s truth

                  Still be sung

      On this high hill in a year’s turning.

by Dylan Thomas

I Believe In Love

" dreaming about you is not a sin ....
I will have your heart ...
believe me I'll win ...
I'll show the world that I can do it ...
I will reach you ...
reach the summit ...
I will bring the stars for you ...
cross the seas and deserts ...
make every dream you have true ...
It's days ... It's years ... I don't know ...
I believe in love ...
it is the source of all miracles ...
It is the hearts stove ...
it is the hope candles ...
to enlighten the the way of the night ...
who will break the walls of hopelessness ...
and reach you ... touch you hands ...
and dance with you ... the final dance ...
it will never happen again for me ...
it is one and only ... "

by Oaljararha

Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small
Does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking
So that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine,
As children do.
We were born to make manifest
The glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us;
It's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we're liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.


By Marianne Williamson

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting
Your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love, for your dream,
For the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life's betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own,
Without moving
To hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day,
And if you can source your life
From its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure,
Yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
In the center of the fire with me
And not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
From the inside
When all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
With yourself,
And if you truly like the company you keep
In the empty moments.


By Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Compassion

Angels must be confused by war.
Both sides praying for protection,
yet someone always gets hurt.
Someone dies.
Someone cries so deep
they lose their watery state.

Angels must be confused by war.
Who can they help?
Who can they clarify?
Whose mercy do they cast to the merciless?
No modest scream can be heard.
No stainless pain can be felt.
All is clear to angels
except in war.

When I awoke to this truth,
it was from a dream I had last night.
I saw two angels conversing in a field
of children's spirits rising like silver smoke.
The angels were fighting among themselves
about which side was right,
and which was wrong.
Who started the conflict?

Suddenly, the angels stilled themselves
like a stalled pendulum,
and they shed their compassion
to the rising smoke
of souls who bore the watermark of war.
They turned to me with those eyes
from God's library,
and all the pieces fallen
were raised in unison,
intertwined like the breath
of flames in a holy furnace.

Nothing in war comes to destruction,
but the illusion of separateness.
I heard this spoken so clearly I could only
write it down like a forged signature.
I remember the compassion,
mountainous, proportioned for the universe.
I think a tiny fleck still sticks to me,
like gossamer threads
from a spider's web.

And now, when I think of war,
I flick these threads to all the universe,
hoping they stick on others as they did me.
Knitting angels and animals
to the filamental grace of compassion.
The reticulum of our skyward home.


By WingMakers

Look Well to This Day

Look well to this day,
For it and it alone is life.
In its brief course
Lie all the essence of your existence:

The Glory of Growth
The Satisfaction of Achievement
The Splendor of Beauty

For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is but a vision.
But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

by Anonymous, 50 B.C.

The Wisdom of A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

"To her-
Hand in hand we come
Christopher Robin and I
To lay this book in your lap.
Say you're surprised?
Say you like it?
Say it's just what you wanted?
Because it's yours-
because we love you."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

A.A. Milne    
"If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you."
— A.A. Milne

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

"Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
— A.A. Milne
   
"So - here I am in the dark alone,
There's nobody here to see;
I think to myself,
I play to myself,
And nobody knows what I say to myself;
Here I am in the dark alone,
What is it going to be?
I can think whatever I like to think,
I can play whatever I like to play,
I can laugh whatever I like to laugh,
There's nobody here but me."
— A.A. Milne (Now We Are Six)

"Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them."
— A.A. Milne

"You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)


A.A. Milne    
"On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
and I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it's true
That who is what and what is who."
- Winnie-the-Pooh"
— A.A. Milne

"Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart."
— A.A. Milne

"How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet
"You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh"
— A.A. Milne

"Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

A.A. Milne    
"What day is it?"
It's today," squeaked Piglet.
My favorite day," said Pooh."
— A.A. Milne

"I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

A.A. Milne    
"It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily.
"So it is."
"And freezing."
"Is it?"
"Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately."
— A.A. Milne

A.A. Milne    
"Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That's the problem."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

"When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

A.A. Milne    
"If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever."
— A.A. Milne

"Just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

"A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That's why we call it the present."
— A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)

"We'll be friends until forever, just you wait and see"
— A.A. Milne
    
"TTFN Ta Ta For Now!"
— A.A. Milne

"And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn't stop."
— A.A. Milne (The House at Pooh Corner)

"On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,
The feeling on me grows and grows
That hardly anybody knows
If those are these or these are those."
— A.A. Milne

The Journey of Life

Walkin along the street,weary and down.

Unhappy at heart,my face had a frown.

The path was long,but i had to walk,

Lost in the world and no one to talk.

Suddenly there was a sound,

That was familiar to my ears

With an urge to hear it,

I had waited for years.

Seated on your bike,

You passed by my side.

My heart skipped a beat,

And I silently cried.

The time had stopped,

My eyes were wet.

Flashing came the thoughts,

Which i wanted to forget.

Two long years without your sight,

I had faced with all my might,

Oh God!!So long is this night,

And a battle so difficult to fight.

But never lose hopeis my belief,

Your thought is my greatest relief.

So true,a double edged knife,

Oh friend,that is the journey of life…….

Touched by An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love’s light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.

The Native American Code of Ethics

1. Rise with the sun to pray. Pray alone. Pray often. The Great Spirit will listen, if you only speak.

2. Be tolerant of those who are lost on their path. Ignorance, conceit, anger, jealousy and greed stem from a lost soul. Pray that they will find guidance.

3. Search for yourself, by yourself. Do not allow others to make your path for you. It is your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.

4. Treat the guests in your home with much consideration. Serve them the best food, give them the best bed and treat them with respect and honor.

5. Do not take what is not yours whether from a person, a community, the wilderness or from a culture. It was not earned nor given. It is not yours.

6. Respect all things that are placed upon this earth - whether it be people or plant.

7. Honor other people's thoughts, wishes and words. Never interrupt another or mock or rudely mimic them. Allow each person the right to personal expression.

8. Never speak of others in a bad way. The negative energy that you put out into the universe will multiply when it returns to you.

9. All persons make mistakes. And all mistakes can be forgiven.

10. Bad thoughts cause illness of the mind, body and spirit. Practice optimism.

11. Nature is not FOR us, it is a PART of us. They are part of your worldly family.

12. Children are the seeds of our future. Plant love in their hearts and water them with wisdom and life's lessons. When they are grown, give them space to grow.

13. Avoid hurting the hearts of others. The poison of your pain will return to you.

14. Be truthful at all times. Honesty is the test of ones will within this universe.

15. Keep yourself balanced. Your Mental self, Spiritual self, Emotional self, and Physical self - all need to be strong, pure and healthy. Work out the body to strengthen the mind. Grow rich in spirit to cure emotional ails.

16. Make conscious decisions as to who you will be and how you will react. Be responsible for your own actions.

17. Respect the privacy and personal space of others. Do not touch the personal property of others - especially sacred and religious objects. This is forbidden.

18. Be true to yourself first. You cannot nurture and help others if you cannot nurture and help yourself first.

19. Respect others religious beliefs. Do not force your belief on others.

20. Share your good fortune with others. Participate in charity.
 

This originally appeared in the "Inter-Tribal Times," October, 1994

A Personal Note On Love From ne033x

I do believe in God. And I can understand completely why so many don't. God doesn't cause wars, He doesn't judge you - it is man who does this. Everything in this life is up to us as free-thinking individuals to interpret as we will. I feel that the biggest problem we have is forgetting that from birth to the day of our death here - we must never cease to learn.

We are all on our own individual paths with our own burdens and challenges to carry with us. I sincerely feel that the saddest thing is to meet someone along the way who doesn't believe in a higher power or a life beyond what we have here. It explains a lot of the ills in this world, if you believe that this is all that there is. And, i know this sense of hopelessness very well because I once lived it too.

There are countless reasons to believe that there is no God. Especially a God that loves and cares for us. How can he allow so much tragedy to fall on His children? I can absolutely understand this reasoning. You have no idea.

Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have seen my fair share of hardships. I will never compare my struggles with anyone else, except to say that this has been no easy path to walk. The very hardest for me was to be blessed in meeting my soulmate - my greatest love - best friend, only to have her taken from  me in a car wreck just weeks before we were to be married. I was going to add more, and beleive me, I could literally go on and on. I just want you to know that I can absolutely understand death, loneliness, dispair, utter disappointment, and those just aren't words. I've argued with God, said some pretty bad things, and have been to that point of surrender more than once.

A friend once came to me, asking if I had the time to talk. Her name was Marcy, and she was such a beautiful loving spirit. I was very busy at the time and told her I'd love to talk tomorrow, but just couldn't do it right then. She went home and hung herself with a belt in her closet. Yeah, I know about surrender. After the few years it took me to understand that her death was not my fault, I vowed never to turn anyone away who needed me. And, I also made a promise to myself to do what I could to make my world a better place.

So, maybe you wonder what religeon I follow? By what name do I call my God?

It's pretty simple really - I believe in the religeon of love! I need to stress that I very rarely talk about my spiritual beliefs because I just feel that every one of us shares a very personal relationship with God, and I love that. I have learned so much through every religeon I have had the honor to come into contact with. It's my personal opinion that God has shown Himself to all the major religeons, and if anyone has taken the time to study them , you'd see love as a foundation in them all. I used to use the example of the different religeons being individual children God sent out in the world in different directions. And, I will tell you that wise and loving people exist in these different religeons who consider all of us their brothers and sisters.

Anyways, I'm not writing this to tell you my way is right and I have all the answers because that's what I feel has been our biggest problem. No. I just want to share some Heavenly love and tell anyone that is facing a struggle or hardship in their lives, that no matter how unfair, nonsensical or confusing it may seem right now, it WILL make sense to you eventually. If you've experienced a loss through death, they're not dead - they've gone onto a much better place, and you will see them again! If you're experiencing a heartbreak for whatever reason, this will soon pass, and you will rise from the emotional hole that you're in with a greater understanding of love!

So many of us forget that love truly surrounds us all. You are lonely only by your own choice. If you doubt what I am telling you, it's just a matter of bringing some food to a homeless person on the street, asking them if you can sit down and share a meal with them. I have witnessed on more than one occasion tears flow from their eyes because I took the time to care. I'm offering just one way to help you, because no matter where you are, I promise you there is someone in need of your love - your caring. That is this power of love that I am talking about. On my back is a weeping angel with the words, 'Amor Vincit Omnia'. Because, love does conquer all!

Every single one of us is fighting our own individual struggle and no matter how bad you think you may have it right now, there is somebody who is having it worse than you! It may be hard, but try to notice the things that you can be thankful for. Understand that much that we experience may seem to make no sense, but I can tell you right now - with conviction - that these troubles we encounter make us better people -  wiser, stronger, and with a greater understanding of this world we live in. If obstacles in your way seem impossible to cross, never lose hope that you WILL eventually conquer them!

In all of my personal struggles, the greatest reward I have earned is to not only know a God exists, but to share a close relationship with Him. I am far from perfect - definately not a role model by any means, but the most important thing is that I tried my best. Through every single loss and the numerous tears shed along the way, I thank God every day for showing me the true power of love. And, no matter the situation, I am happy and content in my heart. and, the beautiful thing is I am learning more every day.

I know this was probably very boring, and I apologize. But, I am hoping just one person got something positive from it. Because, even though you may have heard it said without meaning, I do honestly love and care for you as a brother or sister on this long and winding road!

Danny Watson aka ne033x

Dreams

I’d like to magic myself to the moon,
And fly across strange seas -
I’d like to drift to the evening stars
And float on a scented breeze.

I’d like to play in the mind of Man,
In the songs and the dirt and the tears,
And dance to the joy of Woman’s life,
With her doubts and her pain and her fears.

I’d like to dream as a child must dream,
Slipping away to the sky,
I’d like to call with the calls of wild things
And fly as the wild things fly.

I’d like to yearn like a Mother,
And mourn each passing day,
And grow with the shoots of the things that grow
And stay where silence must stay.

I’d like to dream to my soul’s hiding place,
And stand before my God,
And all the strangeness of Life as it’s lived
Would be lived by my life as God’s word.

By Richard Macwilliam

A Mother's Love

There are times only when a Mother's love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappointments
And calm all our fears.

There are times when only a Mother's Love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we've dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.

There are times when only a Mother's faith
Can help on life's way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.

For a Mother's heart and a Mother's faith
And a Mother's steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above... 

 

 by Michael O. Adesanya

The Miracle

There is a majestic quality-
In everyone for all to see.
Some keep it hidden, some never realize-
The magnificence they hold in others' eyes.

Ah, yes, life itself is the gift.
Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift.
And some might think the reverence gone-
As those we love one by one pass on.

But the intricacies Fate doth weave-
In commemoration for all who grieve.
Are the blessings given to rebirth-
From souls no-longer of this earth.

At first notice I came undone,
My father staring at me through my son.
But, now, in joy I ascertain-
Through him, my father lives again.

I look to heavens' resounding grace-
Renewed appreciation of life and my place.
Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes-
The miracle continues, no one really dies.

by Michael Anderson

THE RAINBOW BRIDGE POEM

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

 
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

 
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

 
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
 

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Different

How are we so "different"?

If "different" is just a thing.

If we all have certain features,

What does "different" bring?



People filled with hatred,

Can't possibly see,

That there's not really "differences"

Between you and me.



Looks can't show "difference",

If they're just there to be seen.

If you don't look like someone else,

Why are they so mean?



If being "different" is what is wrong,

I'd rather not be right.

And I'd want to finish living,

Doing the "different" fight.

 by Vincen Tabatha