Here is a little poem I wrote over a month ago. It truly amazes me how highly people think of themselves, or how highly we think of others. In the opposite, how poorly we think of ourselves, or how poorly we think of others. We are all built up of the same matter and really aren't all that different. We are each amazing beings, and our communication practices are what divide us more than anything else. They aren't "just words."
You think you're perfect
I know you're not,
I think you're pretty
You think you're hot
You think you're flawless
But you're full of flaws,
What depicts perfect
Is what puts us in awe
So tell the story of being the same,
Boy and girls alike, still play the game
Find someone who matters and makes you feel whole
Because what truly loves you, will never let go.
Be careful...for the words we are taught, become the words they are not.
When you're me, you think about it.
