I wrote this back in the Spring of this year. It is an expression of some deeply personal conflicts, and a plea to those prone to rush to judgment.
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When does it all stop -
Embracing this foul hatred -
From so far away?
Arrogance or pride?
What makes it so plain for you -
That which puzzles me?
Would you stone them all -
Adulterers, perverts, queers?
Can YOU cast the first?
Suffering the same
You and I are no different
We can both feel pain
We both have a heart
With truth it only opens
With hate it slams shut
Water, carbon, more -
We are made from the same dust,
Brother and sister
