Who's To Say
The voices matter not
what they might say..
Please, toss the scorn and names aside
For, who can say, who has the right
To be the one, who will decide
Who can love...or who is a man?
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There was a man of whom I speak
So like a rose, with gentle hands
A butterfly, alone,
could safely light upon his palm
and want to stay.
This man could love a poem
Could kiss a baby, could love a song,
and still be big and strong
He could hear the music, and weep a tear
just because of beauty, heard
He made a difference, with kindness done
until his journey over, and he was gone
A stronger man?....there was none
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