Coco

When I grow up,

I want my own house.

Not to big, not to small,

But enough for me and a roommate.

When I grow up, 

i live for moments

when the sky gathers 

my broken body 

tenderly within its gentle embrace 

when ebony clouds entwine 

with shining, radiant stars 

i really don't get prejudice

i mean just the concept of it

how could you hate someone borne

by the same earth, the same fire

how could you explain someone else's life

as being worth less air than your own