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                                         Ich sehe Deine Schönheit in deinem Lächeln Deine Schönheit in deinen Augen
Veo Tu belleza en tu sonrisa Tu belleza en tus ojos Tu belleza en tu cadencia Tu belleza en tus fragancias.  
I see Your beauty in your smile Your beauty in your eyes Your beauty in your cadence Your beauty in your fragrances.  
  Je vois Ta beauté dans ton sourire Ta beauté dans tes yeux
Betty M. White was an ingenuous comedian A hilarious lady and a great actress However, this classy quasi-centenarian Was ahead of her time. Nobody could mess
Why limit oneself to a single colorWhen one can enjoy all the colors of the rainbow?Look up and gaze at the stars. The clouds are lowBut only two colors are breaking the door.
...I Am the stone of Kindness dropped into the sea of Humanity creating an Eternal ripple effect of Good Vibes and Love. #MissionStatement
Tolerance or Intolerace, two sides of the same coin are both deeply embedded in our DNA We were tolerant when Nirbhaya went through the capital shame and Asifa, a nine year old was brutalised
We all have our emotions, our lighter and darker sides. There is good and there is evil which within us all abides. Mankind is evolving, a necessity to survive, towards new heights of tolerance,
Beady black eyes stare at the egg Dark-feathered wings ruffle in anticipation The tree is silent And the nest is cold. But the crow will wait.  
London Has Been Said In A .... " City Guide " .... To Be A PLACE TO SEE ... !!!!! But You Should Recognise ... That Prices Are HIGH Even For A Short Train Ride ... !!!
New world, new faces, new things to see, All over are people, people like me. "No, they're different," I hear from above. "Like these two men here, they don't know love.
Dying in its own name the act seems to push others away but to tolerate now means something new. To tolerate is to discriminate against those you see fit, I was called many things when I was growing up,
Didn't start out this way,  Was always an innocent boy, Curly haired, lively, out of control, Could sometimes be.    Play fighting was instinctive, Big Daddy, Bruce Lee and Mad Harry, The names,
One love for a higher power And all we do is argue. In this final hour, Recognize the common rather than the feud.   We forget the heart,
Why are all these things happening? Where Do we go from here?  
We close our eyes to the unjust visions We close our ears to the cries for help                the cries of pain We shut our doors to our brothers and sisters We shut out the rest of the world
Nothing more what elese to say?  Have our days been counted? What to do but pray? I live a life of oppresion  And being brown is my obsession But how has my color helped me? 
Dear White People... tell me you understand band together in time of umbra ban together and stuff me in bras  
Oh how the winds have changed all wind blows with the curviture of the earth but not all whip and burst in the same directions   Some winds dash throgh the trees and encourage leaves to dance
From conception, we spend the next nine months wrapped in a cocoon of our mother's protection.   Our cells come together to form
Left or Right. Up or Down. There is no middle ground. Feminism or Misogyny. Racism or Tolerance. There is no middle ground.
  GOLDEN OpportUNITY KEY TO CommUNITY Unlocks hearts and minds To the beauty of UNITY Where hate is dead Love lives for eternity And the cloud's silver lining Beholds a GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
Almighty! Almighty! Grant us each others love Grant us Unity Almighty! Almighty! We are you, you are we One commUNITY Almighty! Make me an instrument Of your will
Want Tolerance Want to transform the world Want to change perspectives Want to slow the steamboat of discrimination Want peace instead of guns Want understanding instead of hate
Forlonness and dejection tear at my heart Serrated claws ripping flesh apart Searing pain pulsates through a body so maimed Burning gaze from icy daggers aimed at my shame Are we not the same?
As I grew, I learned to curse this sun kissed skin. It felt like a trap to me, plaguing me as leper- socially condemned being… but after I gazed at my brother, the blackened night sky,
Being a hot mess isn’t hot; I know that better than anyone. Sometimes my heart overworks my head and vice versa.
Mother tells me she loves me But I think she loves my sister the most. It’s pretty obvious, from the way
It causes fights it starts jealousy it tears up friends it cuts down dreams it makes you sad it makes you mad it makes you embarrassed   If ego were no more we'd start to build each other up.
They say, it’s black or white,
Hope neither of the dark or the light but rather something in between. Providing dreams for some and infatuations for others.
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something  -Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers" -To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
Loneliness is like an abyss A world filled with endless darkness A place where light is consumed   The heart trembles because darkness laughs It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
I've seen you and yet I haven't
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse, as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth. Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
I am half-Mexican and Half-Cajun. This means two things; - One - I am HOT!I have the taste buds of a volcano (and the temper of one too) and don’t get me started about this *bronze complexion*,
You use the word "Queer" you hope the picture is painted clear you judge off of looks  instead of the books homophobia is real they make such a big deal they are people too
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.  
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.  
The difference between you and me
never did i think i could be one of those people the people who love... differently. never before did i think id experience feelings  for that of the same sex though now i find it somewhat rediculous.
Change. Such a broad word, for such a monumental feat. The key to change is tolerance.
There's a key, that could open a lock, that could open a door We wouldn't live feeling hate anymore No time for ignorance Everyone could be free All diversity in peace and harmony
Wind against these walls And the silence goes unbroken Save for my own breath How are we such strangers now So different I’ve known you all my life You meant the most to me
When I first learned that no one could ever love me more than mea world of happiness previously unseen was discoveredbecause somewhere along the line of aging and scrutiny and timeI was taught to despise myself 
Cogito, ergo sum
How much certainty can I? Remembering intelligence that is another. How much pride can I? Remaining humility that rests inside.   Am I so right that they're so wrong?
Is it normal to hate someone we've never met Is it normal to talk about the way they look                                                                       talk
The world is only defined By the eyes observing it, The feet running on it And the soul trying to exist in it.  
Shark skin minds, And leather faces. These people walk in groups and never paces. Eyes shut and open mouth, Every command directing south. “Don’t play fair, We are not sensitive skin people.
After full contemplation over the bology of humanity I realized  i am stuck with  the ignorance of my generation,generating the belief my blood is different ,My skinMy accentMy demeanor and stature
In the eyes of God we are all the same. Human. One life. One name.  So why cant people realize that we are all the same? I dont care what color your skin shines and soaks  in. I dont care if your gay, straight or lesbian.
Old people are worthless. They waste their life complaining, they can barely drive, and half of them are senile. They have nothing to contribute to society. Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
Who really knows, Who really cares, Does it really matter, Really matter at all. Everything I've been through, Everything I've experienced. Everybody's story And everybody's life,
I'd rather see beauty in the flaws on the faces than have it all washed away washed away in the rain People are colors, not shades of grey, but colors combine to make grey anyway.
In the ninth grade my friends who I use to sit with at lunch many of which went to the same Sunday services as I handed me a note as I went to sit down with them holding my lunch tray uneasily in my hands
Protected saplings; Symbols of what Anne Frank viewed for years. Her entries foretold what America would cherish, And gift to seven of the nine discriminated students Of Little Rock Nine.
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