Why do people choose every little thing,
To determine a person’s being?
Does it really matter about color of skin?
Black, yellow, red, white, to me it matters what’s within
And who cares about shade of hair,
Whether blonde, black, or fair
And dare you continue to rate,
You’d better be able to answer my retort, “Why hate?”
I could care less
To me it’s just one big unavoidable mess
People should just get over themselves and care about what’s inside
Instead of pushing others away, let them stand beside
Why are people plain rude, prejudice, mean
What from it can they hope to glean?
It doesn’t matter what of me they’re thinking
I’ve rather had my fill of sinking
It doesn’t matter what I lack
However they attack
I can’t deny what I believe, can’t be what I’m not
No one’s perfect, no matter how long it’s sought
I know I’m dandy the way I am,
I know no matter what
If the sun doesn’t shine, or if the skies are blue
I frankly don’t care how I seem to you
I’m everything I need to be
Why can’t you see the good side of me?
Doesn’t matter how much people weigh; straight or gay,
I don’t care what they all say
Doesn’t matter, I don’t care
So don’t be surprised if I walk away, go ahead and just stare
I’m unique, I won’t change, I’m happy the way I am
I don’t need all that fashion or glam
I’m sheltered from the storm,
For is there a true definition of norm?
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