How

How can you look at me and say that you love me when you sputter words out of your mouth to oppress those that look the same?
How can you tell me to be silent when there is so much that cannot go unsaid?
How can you be so blind to the struggle that influences and takes the lives of so many everyday?
How can you love me when you do not love who I am?

Do you see that the bruises your words put upon the backs of the skin you choose to hate is the same skin upon my body?
Do you see that no matter who you oppress, you oppress all those around you? We are one, not many.
Do you see other people for who they are, or just how they look, who they love, what they believe in, and what they wear?
Do you see the oppression, or do you think all of the pain and struggle around you is a joke?

What is it going to take to get you to realize that one person's trauma affects us all?
What more needs to happen to show you that if all lives mattered, so many lives wouldn't fail to be included?
What will convince you that just because a problem does not influence you personally does not mean it is not a problem?
What else must happen to get you to open your eyes and merge your soul into reality?



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