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A melting pot. Isn't this an intended vision of America?
Diversity. Colorful. Filled with possibilities. Exploding with voices.
The world is meant to contain all.
Multiple dreams that can build hope for generations to come.
Voices that lead to thresholds to world variations.
Exposed strength from people we look up to
That can throw fear and alienation out the window.
Once again, though, the thundering of Calivers and their cousins
Silences the dreams of the "freaks of nature."
We're in an era where Dr. King's dreams should come true;
Where more communities are to be discovered and celebrated.
However, if we shine the spotlight on our potential,
If we tattoo a smile on what makes us different,
If we know there's more for us than cookie cutters
That turn us into the dull that's accepted,
Then superiors who breathe power like air
Suffocate us in hopelessness
To remind us that they have control.
The only diversity that they would accept
Are the varying methods to scare us away from their power.
Peaceful reminders that women should vote?
Women are arrested when the hating rose the shouting.
People have colors on their skin
And no weapons in their palms?
A shove in cells and graves is necessary.
The heteronorm is too snug and unappealing?
Shoving bullets and Prince-princess stories down your throat
And sprinkling markings of Violet and indigo
Should give you a change of heart!
Mentally different makes glasses showing more of the world?
A peck from the concrete says those views are wrong.
We're all a varying cluster of wildflowers,
But the gardeners see us as weeds
And spray us away till we're a wasteland
Containing wilts and well-worns.
But all that matters is the norm keeps control, right?
If nature wanted nothing but blank canvases,
Most of us would be pulled back to Earth
Without the help of those scared of no control.
We've got the different grays and mixes,
We've got the blues and peaceful reds,
We've got more colors yet to be discovered.
Let's pull the pistols away
And pick up brushes in their place
To Van Gogh the beauty the world truly deserves.