I'm ready for a he to be a he
And a she to be a she again
Cause a she being a he
And a he being a she
Is quite confusing in the end
It's like the blind leading the blind
Only it's the amused leading the confused
If it's sexist to call my daughter a she
Or sexist to call my son a he
That's where I draw my line
And start to share what I see instead.
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"
It's my kids.
We made them, my wife and me.
And that's a hard truth
That those who can't do the same
Don't want to accept and believe.
I hope I can teach my kids to think
Based on actual fact
Proven by looking around
And working to confirm
what's what
and
that that's that
I hope they understand
That the world just ain't quite right
That it's sometimes difficult to believe,
But that's a cold hard fact.
Because the majority of it is filled with
Spite,
Remorse,
And greed
With a side of grey,
It's not all white and black ya see.
Those pushing their own agenda
Don't care about what hangs between your legs
They don't care about you.
They don't care about me.
They see only opportunity when we beg.
They just want to keep you off balance
So you're worried only about yourself
Instead of worrying about the fight to be human,
Because they said it's ok to believe you're an elf.
They take advantage of you
And do whatever they can to get ahead
They are the ones running the race
They are ok with implementing any tactic
To get you into their bed
A tactic used time and time again
Divide and Conquer
Is always done
Without ever actually being said.
By skewing your personal views
To distract you to the fact that your family's history was built by the dead
In times of trouble.
They were there.
A mother, a father and a family unit that cared.
When you slept in just a tiny little bed.
With the lines being painted in hate
So we never get to the point of breaking bread
Usually we don't even talk.
We just leave it up to fate instead.
Because if they can avoid us talking
And sharing our own thoughts with each other
Then the job becomes that much easier
To look down on your father and mother
The two people who made the sacrifice to bring you in
To a world that seemed to shine so bright
But now seems to be quite dim
But in the end
The only one that doesn't get to choose
Is the one that is always
young,
Dumb,
and confused
That is always living life on a whim.
The humans who just showed up
That don't have a leg in the race
Because they can barely even stand
Let alone keep pace
They are the ones sitting with their toys.
Playing with other girls and boys.
Learning that everyone has a different face.
Trusting that their mom's and dad's.
Are making their home a safe place.
"
My family is mine.
Let's talk about what's wrong
So we can start telling the truth
When we say
"Everything is fine."
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