I still don't understand,
why you must treat me so harshly,
so rudely,
so haughtily,
with such revulsion and hate;
I'm only different
not the same
(I'm not to blame)
for why I'm not perfectly like you.

So then,
Sir Discrimination,
This is where we stand:

Why don't you turn off the image,
turn off the vision
--the lies--
about who is perfect, like you;
then let's try to get along,
ignore our past wrongs
and focus on what's real and true.

That there's nothing in the way
of our friendship,
our hate,
except what's in me and you.