I pity the bigot, the racist, the mean
The xenophobe, homophobe, phobes in between
I pity the ones who fear the unknown
Who believe in a god with a heart made of stone
My gender, my color, the shape of my eyes
If they’re different from yours, then it’s me you despise
You’re afraid I will somehow displace you on top
That you’ll wind up where I am. Well, I say this must stop!
Your fear and your hate hurt you much more than me
It is tearing you up, holy crap, can’t you see?
Can’t you see that your hate does not come from above?
Can’t you see that your fear must be conquered by love?