I write of the hardest things to write about
Of life and the frustration that comes with it
I write of friends and enemies
Of relationships of all kinds
I write of the changing of the seasons,
Of summer, spring, fall, and winter
I write of the changing of the world,
In all its "politically correct" glory
I write of days of youth,
Of the innocence and mischief
I write of adolescence,
Of the awkwardness and desired acceptance
I write of wars and senseless destruction,
Of governments picking childish fights
I write of Jesus, of a rebel, a misfit,
I ask, What would Jesus do?
I write of beauty on the inside,
Of how much it doesn't seem to matter
I write of beauty on the outside,
Of how it's everything to everyone
I write of hatred,
Of how it ruins the most beautiful face
I write of acceptance,
Of how it beautifies the ugliest face
I write of death,
Not the end of life but the beginning
I write of love of all kinds
Love is beauty.
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