one by Jennifer Louise Croft

from skin to sex, to choice of wear. some people try to tear the fabric, cause a ruckus for some self demented magic and all those cells they lack, cause the crap that hurts me, you, all of us. with this there is no plus.
its been spoken about for years but that hasn’t stopped generations of tears, a millennia of fears. it spreads from one to two to three to four and now you have more, pain, less to gain but this is for all those that chose to stand tall for their given thing and sing the changes needed.
for those that lost their life’s for doing what’s right. in hindsight, it should never have been but what can we do about that? well these days cut the crap!

it don’t matter if your black or white. of course that’s right, cause no matter the skin, we are all people just trying to get better. we are all a brother, a sister, a father and or mother. we are all part of one another, in some way or other so in the end, your hating yourself my un-friend.

its a shame hate can exist. i guess it would be miss to say that if there wasn’t, they wouldn’t and brave men and women would never be known in that field even though it did yield a saviour of man or two. it also allows the real evil few through and then it stacks up, in a fucked up game of top trump and it leads to new good and bad deciding who they should bump.
but all this is wrong. this verse, not the song. hate leads to hate, from good or bad. the hated still have hate had and that pilferates all veins and good and bad ends the same and that should not be the final frontier of this desire of peace with common man, in a place, where the only demand is love.
come one and all, lets hold hands, not that i believe but lets pray to the gods above. every religion, the gods are waiting, as we’re placing our priority. i reckon this has happened before but someone got greedy and that lead to all this hating. im joking.
it was a fucked up head, a brain dead mind that decided they were better. in reality they were naïve, wetter behind the ears then a new born babe. crazy i know but that’s how things sadly go. one small mind to another and then peace unravelled, leaves this world, you and me, troubled.

it dont matter if your black or white. of course thats right, cause no matter the skin, we are all people just trying to get better. we are all a brother, a sister, a father and or mother. we are all part of one another, in some way or other so in the end, your hating yourself my un-friend.

to all those great men and women, killed way to young. for hero’s of sex and colour, you all chose to bother and achieve a better equality. to the new that are protecting the hate crime of gender. im not that person, though id love to be the ones that made the haterz, surrender!
it will be a person in the crowd, with a known face and an unknown name. this person will re-change the game and there will only be the normal hate of poor, defenceless Brussels sprouts to get heated up about.

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