Racist

I do wonder if there's a difference
When I label someone a racist
Or I label someone as a person with racist views
(sub in homophobic, ableist, or transphobic if you like)

See, when someone is racist, that's a character trait
Something I can't change about the person
They are them, and they are the other
And well, maybe they've earned that title

And I don't seek to lessen what they do
With the views that they currently hold
People do need to be called out
But, well, ideally called out in a way that gives them a way to change

But I think it might be better to hate actions
Rather than the person themselves
It leaves the door open for redemption
A future where they are just a person with views

Live life

 I'm very sorry, but I've decided I'm going to live my life to the fullest
And you aren't going to be able to stop me.

I will enjoy the sugar within my favourite cereal
I will try a new outfit to see if it suits me
I will sing if the right song plays on my playlist
I may even dance in the rain if I'm dressed up warm enough

I will work hard at creating art so I can tell my story
I will travel across borders to broaden my horizons
I will talk to new people and find them fascinating
I will take up a new hobby and experience the joy of being a beginner

And I wont stop myself there

And I will not let you embarrass me
And I will not listen if you mock me
Except to misinterpret your words as compliments
As I see the world in a new light

I will live many lifetimes, all squashed into one
And I refuse to regret the fact that I am not perfect
So I will embrace my failures and use them as stepping stones
While I witness all life has to offer

And I am so, so sorry
But I've decided that I will not let you stop me, anymore

Voices

 To the voices in my head

I need you to speak louder
To raise me from my slumber
Allow me to rest when I need
But after, help me to proceed

Remind me of injustice which I have briefly set aside
Help me seek adventure and to keep my boarders wide
Yell of the urgency in which I need to act each day
Please, voices, help me paint myself in a way I want to portray

Don't be cruel, but please be firm
Give me fuel to serve my term
Make use of time upon this Earth
Not to seek some misguided worth

But, voices, to connect the world behind my eyes
To seize the moment, and to help me rise