God bestowed me breathe And you gave me breed.
He gifted me feelings, and you insecurities.
My heart was his, but it throbbed for someone.
But you had your own, still you restricted mine.
He gifted me a body whom you compared for beauty.
He placed mirror to reflect ones persona, but why do I only see a shell of human?
He created mind, and you caste, religion and territory.
His words are unheard yet engraved in our soul, only you manipulated manuscripts.
You know what he says, you know what his wishes are.
We don't!
You stand to guide his way, his words through - PAPER!
We don't!
But we know something you don't.
He made us diverse to unify as rainbow, not discriminate.