[this is for all those who have ever been told by others that they cannot love based on race, nationality, culture, sexual orientation, disability and even gender]
Beauty inspired; found in pain and misery
Two seeds sown beneath the same tree and difference grew into unity
But grass that's greener stems not from equality and so is the beginning of a beautiful tragedy
Shadowed in a world choked by weeds of hate
These winds of change still devastate and two seeds, in sunlight and cold breeze, separate
Waiting for the fall of night
Where a black curtain finds to their delight
And 'til the break of dawn two seeds once again reunite
Strange
What draws them together is pulled apart
Skins kissed of the same sky, blood bled of the same heart, Michael and Picaso makers of the same
art
is still art
Hands of time join at a meeting as their curtain comes to its drawing
Sad goodbyes are heard by the sound of morning
and daylight robs the sweetness and brings with it a bitter calling
Reminded of the unthinkable, two seeds lay ground under the same tree
The sun beats down unaware of the beauty sheltered beneath
while roots of two seeds intertwine in secrecy
Who can stop what is nature; human to every being
Their world below infected by the sweet humming of the honey bees
above, whispers left as shells, the wind pretends not hear what it really sees
A break through the bed rock, two seeds squeeze fresh fruit
Sprouts of honesty and two blooms freely sway in the truth
You cannot hide them or change it, you cannot deny or act aloof
Acceptance is tragic only to those who fear what was thought could not be moved

I love you baby
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