With misery comes pain,
Followed by the feeling of being alone.
Soon things come to light and you recognize family.
Family can have a variety of meaning.
They can be anyone in the world.
This world which is made up of people.
People who are individuals, unique, and stem from different cultures.
The people make up human interaction.
With that interaction comes a variety of reactions,
Similar to that of a ripple effect.
Some choose to experience the world through rose colored glasses.
Others through regular black shades.
They experience the orgasmic feelings that come with sex,
But also experience the pain from unprotected sex.
Why do we choose to leave ourselves exposed and vulnerable?
With all the things I admire in this world I tend to overlook the tragedy.
Homosexuals being beaten to a pulp.
Others being killed over retaliation.
Retaliation stems from various sources.
Gang violence being the most common.
The stereotypes that follow gang members.
They trade guns.
They sell illicit drugs.
They are cruel.
But it isn’t just them who is at fault,
Even the holy have their own turmoil.
Pedophilia makes me sick.
Alter boys experiencing molestation,
Following the strict rules of religion.
When will the silence end?
The closed mindedness of some people is just sad.
The ones who carry on with the violence and hate just because they can.
Calling out the fags, niggers, and spics just because they can.
When will it end?
Television shows us a whole lot of nothing.
From the housewives to the other hordes of reality stars.
Accept the drag queens.
Accept the dykes, the fags, the blacks, the ones who cross the border.
Despite our efforts to destroy this insanity,
We fail because we all are connected in some way.
The child who was abused tries to make things right but can’t.
The woman who is beaten day in and day out tries to run but can’t.
The dad who continues to make promises he can’t keep.
We try to battle the stigma behind HIV/AIDS but can’t.
We try to call out the racist bigoted bastards,
But they end up walking away scott free.
When will it stop?
When will you, I , she, he, we
Change our way of thinking?
We all have this freedom when we receive higher education,
Yet fail to express ourselves when it matters.
The words are there,
They flow off our tongues,
But are we really saying something?
Or simply looking away?