I just found something I wrote back in college, but was too afraid to post. To my past self, this is for you!
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I know it's not your thing.
I know you have a child, career, you volunteer, your love life, sickness, or
Maybe you're a loving father, an out gay teacher, maybe you work with at risk youth or at the old folk's home
But do you have a minute?
A quick minute for
hungry children, dying trees, homeless shelters or Parkinson's disease?
What about initiative 345 or 456 or 567?
We just need a signature and would you like to be on the mailing list?
Guess not.
Do you have a quick minute for
love, life, others or society?
Can I push you to listen for two or three?
I've been standing here all day and kissing at your feet I can't see why you
Walk
Walk Walk by me with a quick smile or a thumbs up
If you look away I can still see you
Donate a dollar or five
a signature or your time
I just want to Tell you!
I just want you to know how people, animals, trees, and the universe still suffers while you walk by!
Can you at least listen to me?
I know it's not your thing, but it's mine. And I'm tired of holding it in.
I want my love to spin and to act and to move and to create change and all I need is you!
I need you to be there for someone else: a face you can't see or all those that you do!
I need this to be fixed and not put behind us there is still
murder, racism, genocide and human trafficking.
Wasn't college the place where our voice will RING in the minds of our peers until we see tears?
Where is the movement? Where is our care?
Is there so much wrong in this world that you already use what time you have to spare?
Can you shut the fuck up about what you want to buy at the mall? Why you focus on it at all?
Pushing iLike on Facebook won't change a thing
This is real, this is here.
