It is a challenging thing these days
To find love in the small things
When all we see is hate fill our screens
Strangers spouting off on the internet maze
Accepting others seems difficult to find
When you are harassed for the color of skin
Or the political standpoint you hold within
It starts to seep negativity into our minds
If we could learn to understand and love
Find it in our hearts to stop pressing send
Open our hearts and begin to mend
Keep our heads grounded and our hearts above
Compassion should not be a secondhand thought
It should fill our screens, our interactions, our hearts
Instead of pressing send on the hateful parts
Give a compliment instead of word-filled gunshots
The world would turn into a caring place
Where opinions were no longer judged but embraced
Individuality would bloom instead of being erased
We would live in a world filled with a bit more grace
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Ashlyn Harper
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