there once was a chance I didnt take/
I could’ve said something but, maybe they might make/
fun, of the girl that speaks up/
sometimes you must say that enough is enough
when equality is unequal/
and when all the people/
are not what they say because/
you know what they say/
that actions speak louder than words/
you don’t have to speak in order to be heard/
because you have an active voice/
in order to make change and in order to make choice/
and you can say/
put your words away/
because when words are a weapon sheath them/
and when all are our neighbors greet them/
not with hatred and judgement/
but with acceptance and love that/
might, create love and destroy hatred
I could’ve said something but, maybe they might make/
fun, of the girl that speaks up/
sometimes you must say that enough is enough
when equality is unequal/
and when all the people/
are not what they say because/
you know what they say/
that actions speak louder than words/
you don’t have to speak in order to be heard/
because you have an active voice/
in order to make change and in order to make choice/
and you can say/
put your words away/
because when words are a weapon sheath them/
and when all are our neighbors greet them/
not with hatred and judgement/
but with acceptance and love that/
might, create love and destroy hatred
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