Sam used to be Samantha
until he discovered who he was
and when he finally felt fine
life took over as it does.
So then he met Daniel
and thought he found a friend
until Dan discovered Samantha
and brought Sam to an end.
Sam used to be Samantha
until he discovered who he was
and when he finally felt fine
life took over as it does.
So then he met Daniel
and thought he found a friend
until Dan discovered Samantha
and brought Sam to an end.
It matters not to me
the color of your skin
since we all know with a cat,
there is only one way to win.
You can be a man, for all I care,
who loves another man
as long as your ideas
go along with my plan.
You can pray to God
or do whatever is hip
as long as you know
I am the one to worship.
For being of the mindset
that it’s all about me,
I think I’m pretty accepting
so it’s time that humans be.
It isn’t because he is black
and it isn’t because she prays.
It isn’t because she drinks
that she is the one who pays.
It isn’t because he kisses boys
and it’s not because she loves her wife.
It’s not because his skin is dark
that he fears for his life.
It isn’t about his God or hers
and it’s not about his wealth.
It’s not because he is “normal”
that others hide with stealth.
It’s not because his dress
is prettier than her tux.
It’s not because society
cares who she fucks.
It’s not because his ancestors
were her family’s slaves.
It’s not because of his accent
that his family lay in graves.
It’s because one person
planted a deadly seed,
fed with hate and fear
and potted in soiled greed.
It only takes one person
to take a loving hand
and fix the garden growing
into a loving land.
It’s not about black or white
because the world is gray.
It’s not about you or me
because it’s about humanity.
If you take away their guns,
they will only build bombs.
If you take away their knives,
they will beat you with their fists.
If you take away their rights,
they will only hate you more.
But if you take away their hate,
they can love like never before.
I have posted before about nasty looks I get using the bathroom just because I wear men’s clothing and have short hair. While this is annoying for me, I can’t imagine what it must be like for a transgendered person what with the recent commotion.
I am glad that this highly important issue of where to pee is being discussed because this is obviously the most important issue that the government needs to address and write legislature for at the moment. Poverty, terrorism, healthcare, and human rights are all issues that can wait. Our county obviously became great when we stopped taking a leak on a tree and started building infrastructures to house the ever holy bathroom. Of course these great structures would not be complete without a “his” and “hers.” And these bathrooms have so many uses too!
Well, call me traditional, but I use public restrooms for a very specific reason…to go to the bathroom. Okay, sometimes you get a bloody nose or need to wash your hands. Maybe you just need to look in the mirror to see if you look smashing enough to ask that pretty girl if you can buy her a drink. But, you don’t ask her out in the bathroom, do you? Have I been doing this wrong all these years? Why is everyone so stressed about who is using what bathroom? I think the people we need to be worrying about are the ones who have a problem with it since they are obviously doing things in the bathroom that they should not be if they know who has which genitals.
Here is a list of all the behavior and items that need to be banned from bathrooms as well as laws that should be enacted, so that we can stop banning people from bathrooms.
-No more urinals in the men’s room. Come on, guys, we all know you take a peek every now and then.
-No more changing tables for babies. This will really put an end to all those perverts who want to get a load of the load in your baby’s diaper.
-Any stall door with a broken lock must be fixed or the entire stall deemed out of order.
-No sex! Nothing screams romance like that ever-wafting fecal odor.
-No shoe tying. While bent over, you could look under the door and find Mrs. Doubtfire!
We all come from different worlds
and still we share but one
and it rarely occurs to any
that we also share the sun.
The more differences that exist
stir the earth to grow
in new and exciting ways
we can break the ground below.
So that sun that we share
can illuminate a brand new scene
and open us up to worlds
within our own, we’ve never seen.
With the face only a mother could love,
yet she chose not to spare an ounce,
you emerge from a dark and murky palace
and enter the light from which you hide
only to be welcomed to the world in callous
fashion, seeing as you are a beast after all.
The one thing you seek in all this madness
is not death, destruction, greed, or hatred,
but love is all you need and are never given;
so these people, who embrace the light of day
and get on their knees to pray, are forgiven
while the dark consumes their hearts, not yours.
Black & white,
Technicolor,
High Definition.
The thing about love
is that it’s never free
and try as you may
you can’t force what cannot be.
The thing about hate
is it comes at a cost
and wasting all that energy
always leaves you lost.
The thing about love
is that whatever you pay
you’ll get more back from it
than hate will get you today.
A butterfly may flap it’s wings
from somewhere far away
and cause disruption elsewhere
at least this is what they say.
For every cause there must be
an effect that changes life
for one or maybe many
this can add or remove strife.
If everyone made it their cause
to affect another’s soul
perhaps the world might
be just a little more whole.