Can we not embrace?, your race in my race, your acceptance in mine?
Will we judge someone because someone else had lied before?
-Can there be hope if hope is not given?
Is there the innocence to love openly,
Can we still feel free and playful like a child or animal does?
Is there a care about animal's feelings though there is no voice?
Through all this;
Do we have to be afraid of being accused or talked about?
We hear people say, "Oh, that's not realistic",
"Look at that freak",
"That man must be sick",
"That's what they all say",
"Look at those crazy animal rights activists",
"I wonder about him",
"Look at him doing her a favor, he must have alternative motives",
Innocent people are being judged, and they are slowly being robbed,
Robbed to where they will not do as much good,
And the same thing happens to us.
Maybe if people started accepting people as they truly are,
There wouldn't be as much hidden,
And our souls would open up, and we would feel more.
Maybe if we were to do the things we want anyway,
Block out what the world thinks at the moment,
And just be in the moment,
Maybe one day it passes along,
And inspires,
Because they see how beautiful it can be,
And then more people become like the example,
They will forget about the negative thoughts,
And it soon starts to become not so strange or foreign,
And hope and love, peace and innocence, and life itself will become a voice that we are eager to tell each other,
And it all becomes stronger.
©2005 Molly Nicole
LOST AND FOUND
I feel I'm dug deep into a hole of pain,
Even though I know their happiness rises above white clouds,
And I am lost in thought, away from the world,
And I am found.
In the simple moments of imagination and a smile,
In the reflections of colors and light in the drops of beautiful rain,
There I am lost, away from the world,
And my soul has been found.
In the glow of the greenery when the sun is slightly hidden,
And when I look into the genuine eyes of a truly precious animal, looking for trust,
I am lost, in another place,
And there I am found.
When I am surprisingly reminded of the strength of the unseen souls,
And when my emotions are caught by a single precious flower, that looks like all the others to the untrained eye,
Those are times when I am lost, away from the world,
And brought back to life, because I am found there,
In a place I feel like I belong.
©2005 Molly Nicole