Wouldn’t it be marvellous

If people pre-judged less?

If we looked another in the eye

And just felt slightly curious.

 

 

If we used no preconceptions

But waited patiently

To find out who that person is,

Based not on what we believe.

 

 

What a delightful beginning…

The blank page, primed.

Nothing at all on it,

Not even guiding lines…

 

 

Open, waiting, curious,

We hand them the pen…

And then they tell their story;

They’re the ONLY one who can.

 

 

Let’s not write for them a preamble;

Not a thought, not a word.

To assume we know anything already

Is really quite absurd.

 

 

To me, you’re not your social status,

Sexuality, gender or race.

It might sound odd to some but, frankly,

You’re not really even your face…

 

 

For, as lovely as it is,

When it dances with your heart,

It’s that light inside of you

That makes you WHO you are.

 

 

Shine your light, be proud

Of who you’ve chosen to be;

And when others tell you their story,

Hear it from A – don’t jump to C.