Among the doves

With real self love
you will weed out
the ones who really don't know
what true loves' about

when you're different and
you're not allowed to
be
you feel like you're
collecting dust
and unable to breathe

counting all the hours
starving from within
all to please the others
who believe you are like "sin"

So mislead they are
to see you're being
with such chagrin
in spite of how good you really are
from so deep within

If you cannot fit in
to their expectations
they treat you as though you are
an abomination
and for what reason other
than being unlike them
so you're locked in a closet
ticking, ticking until when

Until when you must get out
in spite of the price
in spite of their doubts
even if they turn to ice..

Can your fiery melt        
the hearts of some of these
well, my dear
those are the ones
as good as the trees
and the others
 are the weeds
in the garden you can be
it is your hand
that can pick them out
then reap the sown

it's what love's about

You were sure
of what you know
which is what you really are
your light shone as bright
as the northern star

from the plaiedes afar

You'll drive away the hateful beasts
leaving only angels at your feet
if you can somehow stay sweet
you'll be love in a fleet

when you love your life
enough to know
you must rise above
leaving hatefuls below

Different is not less
and who doesn't know is ignorant
but who chooses not to accept it
is hateful at the core
feel nothing but pity for those ones
as they swim in their
abysmal lore

Those who stay are
truly able to love
the way one should love
just like a dove

So when one throws out hate
cajoles and berates
and your heart wants to break
remember, they're not awake

Remember how lucky you are
to be among the doves