I often ponder the mysteries of perspective. Like from which angle Is the story being presented. I keep in mind that we all human And we far from perfection, So I move in peace even when reality Doesn't meet expectation. In my shoes, you couldn't get far Life filled with light days be the darkest by far. Our stories juxtaposed Only goes to show The differences in how we get treated Every man created equal But it's different How we see things... And we won't ever See eye to eye, But the differences in man Should help you to understand When it's best to set aside the urge to feel like your right... It ain't always what it look like...
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