I offer this to those who are afraid and lost,
I swear to make you feel better, no matter the cost!
Your life matters.
No matter your place.
You're unique, like the smile on your face.
We represent a rainbow; a spectrum you see.
If it matters to you, it matters to me.
If you're LGBTQIA+, your life matters.
If you're White, your life matters.
If you're Black, your life matters.
If you're Hispanic, your life matters.
If you're Native American, your life matters.
If you're Asian, your life matters.
If you're from the Middle East, your life matters.
If you're smart, your life matters.
If you're dumb, your life matters.
Whether you're rich, whether you're poor,
That doesn't mean you don't matter anymore.
We're in this together; you and I
We're all equal, that I can't deny.
So remember this when you're feeling down,
That your life matters
And you're a delight to be around.
About the Creator
Angela Derscha
Twitter @angied7592. Long time lover of literature. Obsessed with adorable animals and coffee I spend my days playing video games with my brother and fiancee. I got a medium account too https://angeladerscha.medium.com/ check it out.
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