i long for a life

full of wonder,

full of mystery

a mark upon a page in history

where love conquers hate

and only our own actions

decide our own fate

where i can love who i want

and live how i like

without your snide comments

without having to fight

where no one judges upon your race

sexuality, religion, value of face

instead we care more about the little things

like how to make pickles,

and whether pigs have wings

where even though i may not be

on the cover of a magazine

sitting inside of your local store

i’m still as beautiful, if not more

where you can be you,

and i can be me,

and we can be us

and we can be free.

The End

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