Black and white

I don't think that the world is just un-accepting of others, I think that the world is un accepting of mixing with others, I think that everyone is afraid of becoming something else by someone else

The world is painted in black and white,

the dangerous part is we can't always chose what's black and what's white.

The brush is always washed before it hits the new bucket,

i'm waiting for the day someone says,

well, f..ck it,

and pours them together,

colors the walls with bare hands, until it's full and lit with cultures and religions,

until they all fit,

like puzzle pieces,

lets them collide, and slide all over each other,

learn our other as ourselves,

pack up our pride and egos on our shelves,

and hide them in our attics,

take one thing and another,

and find a way for them to exist in this unforgiving world as one,

make way for each other,

love each other like father and son,

and lift the the tons of struggle of each others backs,

but that's just not the way it is,

when will someone shake opposites together,

and makes them co exist,

despite not knowing what to do if

the colors don't mix,

When will our mindsets switch to accept,

from fix?

when will we force each other together with all our strength and might,

the world cringes in fright at what would happen if we ever did.

So it's now better to hate?

It's now better to fight?

We lie to ourselves,

the way the world is is not alright,

We've broken our own laws,

of love, taken wrong for right,

and we've given them away,

for expectations and beliefs that are unfair or too tight,

and I pray for the ones who hate tonight,

I pray that they learn,

and  in spite of the differences we all have,

we might all vary,

but there are different kinds of darkness,

and there are different kinds of light.

  

Author's Note

Hi