Quite Same

Loving someone is not the same as knowing someone It would be nice if others could feel this free. Why can’t they see? If she’s with she. . I’m proud to be able to say. I knew you and I loved you anyway. You for you, me for me. To be whatever we wanted to be. Or he’s with he. That it’s simply ok to agree to disagree. Live and let live be who you’ll be. To just be accepted and allowed to live free. Free from the worry. Free from the pain. Free from the jury. Free from the disdain. We’re not all that different actually quite same. Two arms, two legs a face and a name. Why do they say we, should be ashamed? Threatened and beaten, sometimes just maimed. Does that give them satisfaction, something obtained? In the long run they’ve lost, more than they’ve gained. Insight, tolerance, to treat others human. Things they wish for themselves, like I said. We’re “ Quite Same “