Tolerance
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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.
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,
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.
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
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.
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
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.
