God had a great gift that he passed on to me

And no it wasn't self humility

It wasn't vanity

Or sanity

Just compassion for humanity

It was an injection

Of direction

For full fledged affection

A motion

For devotion

Meaning a revolution

The rebellion

Of "isms"




And I say that we wont miss ism

He didn't give me normality

Or formality

But a tinge of originality

To break the chains that bind

To give me the desire to find

The open hearts of our kind

He didn't give me tranquility

Or womanly fragility

And sure as hell not conformity

A confliction

Of conviction

With the eviction

Of restriction

So I challenge you

To self preservation

the reservation

Of human kind

Because the great gift god gave me

Is that I'm color blind