She Is Eternal

humans love humans

one night she said to herself,

"why is it that the genuine aren't more safe?"

it's venturesome just that,

to get me wondering if the authentic is perilous.

society does not recognize them,

they are designated outcasts.

to be one hundred percent you,

as God once created man to be.

shameful isn't it?

how ordinary is the opposite sort!

that sort is not extraordinary.

desperate to forget their faulty characteristics,

but however hard they try,

it comes flat.

now I don't blame the malicious,

for they are exceptionally run-of-the-mill.

I give them the compassion they so need,

to hope for a simple change.

for humans to love humans.