To the trans woman or man, you might think that I hate you or that I don't understand, I don't hate you, you're a human and should be respected as such, I just ask that you don't push it on my children is that asking too much?
To the gay community, I hope you're doing beautifully, I promise I'm not trying to stop you, liars are everywhere careful who you talk to, I really do just wish y'all the best of luck, I'm just a human so I've got no right to judge.
To the black Americans let down by the system, Don't let politics drive this division, Most of us are your neighbors and if you speak we will listen, Civil discourse is what America's missin' We love you and know you're in need, We can grow together so let's go ahead and plant the seeds, Us coming together is the last thing they want, So let's stand shoulder to shoulder til' the war is won.
To the women fighting for change, just because I disagree doesn't mean I'm to blame, I know there are creeps in this world, Who profit off objectifying women and girls, I swear I don't belong in a box with those guys, I see the beauty in your eyes, I'm looking for more than boobs butts and thighs, Be strong be proud be who you are, Society believes in you and knows you'll go far. To the oppressed and downtrodden, We are right here with you, You will not be forgotten.
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