Holding tiny hands in crowded streets
Panic wants to overtake
But there's no time
Panic should have happened
a long time ago
Before we turned cold
Before we interjected our opinions
into who can love who
Before we determined
how someone felt inside
But now-
Now we are left
With the stains of hatred on our hands
Because fear has crept in & held on
So we grip those little hands tighter
Teach them to love whoever
Be whatever
And set them free in this hatred
we let be created
-melanie
