A set of standards guides us all:
He is too fat, she is too tall
Columns under which to fall
That leave us feeling awful small.
Labels stuck with invisible glue
She’s black, he’s white, I’m royal blue
More walls to break our children through
More ways to force their points of view.
Under categories named
The rich, the poor, the proud, the shamed
The few of us that won’t be blamed
Are sparks to fan the future’s flame.
A set of standards guides us all
She’s pierced, he’s spiked, and I am bald
We rise while others take the fall,
We break down walls, we break down walls.
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