In the twisted world we live in,
we are classified by our exterior not interior.
By our weight,
looks,
clothes,
race,
grades.
But these have no bearing on our inner hearts.
The kindest hearts, may have the most ragged clothes.
The funniest hearts, may weigh a little more.
The softest hearts, may dress differently.
Why should we be looked upon with hatred?
Acceptance.
What separates you from me is not the way I look,
is not the body I have,
but the compassion my blood contains.
We create our own wars,
mocking each other for our race,
for our looks,
don't tell me you believe in "world peace."
The world would be a better place,
if we loved one another.