My hands shake, my knees tremble
The words I say barely come out as a whipser
The people look at me like im insane
And maybe I am
Maybe I am because the words I speak are not normal
They call for peace among the people; a strange reality this world may never know.
They show the faults in us. the differences longing to be accepted, the rejection of anything new, the denial of anything they dont feel to benefit them.
This crazy concept that maybe, just maybe, we can be a whole, not just a half or a fourth. That we can rise together. That benefiting the entirety is better than the benefit of just one.
And if the belief in this makes me insane, then let my hands shake and my knees tremble; Let them judge me as they will.
I will not stop my words. I will not stop our fight.