I can't change the color of my skin,
my race, my looks - just to suit you.
This was how I was created and I like myself,
just the way I am.
You are not the maker of humankind or elephants . . .
you are only a mere mortal . . . just like me
. . . just like elephants . . .
I cannot and will not change my love to suit you.
You did not put that flow of warmth in my heart . . .
my loins . . .
it is a river,
richly teaming with the liquor of existence . .
You are not the creator of my heart . .
or its longings . . .
You do not know why the whale sings her song . . ..
I cannot change the foundation of my being
for you
- dreaming of my gods
and living my laws which were laid on me from my birth . .
along with my language and my customs . . .
These were chosen for me while I was still an angel . .
watching this blue marble sing in the heavens . . .
I am part of this kaleidoscope of life
the differences of trees
and stars
and oceans
The skin of this earth
which holds us in an embrace . ..
that . . .
loves us . . .
denies us . .
scars us . . . .
and kills us . .
We have only ourselves . . . to make strong . . .
You can hate me, if you wish, . . .
because I am not you . . .
and I will walk away . . .
on a dusty pathway of love that lifts me
into the ether . . .
. . . you cannot change me
. . . and I do not want to change you . . . .
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for you
- dreaming of my gods
and living my laws which were laid on me from my birth . .
along with my language and my customs . . .
These were chosen for me while I was still an angel . .
watching this blue marble sing in the heavens . . .
I am part of this kaleidoscope of life
the differences of trees
and stars
and oceans
The skin of this earth
which holds us in an embrace . ..
that . . .
loves us . . .
denies us . .
scars us . . . .
and kills us . .
We have only ourselves . . . to make strong . . .
You can hate me, if you wish, . . .
because I am not you . . .
and I will walk away . . .
on a dusty pathway of love that lifts me
into the ether . . .
. . . you cannot change me
. . . and I do not want to change you . . . .
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