“Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.”
This is true of the human race. Hate isn’t born inside of us. Hate is learned.
It is the nastiest form of education. From a young age, most are taught right from wrong. However, that is not objective. Just like an opinion, a human’s concept of morality may differ from his neighbor.
A baby does not look at skin color and associate hate with one and not the other. That is taught.
A baby does not view two women kissing and become angry at the sight. That is taught.
A baby does not judge a human by what symbol rests upon their neck or head. That is taught.
A baby knows not of racism, sexism, and hate until it is taught to him.
And some are taught these painful views. They are taught to look down at a color, to ridicule a homosexual, and to curse others who do not hold their religious beliefs.
We have no one to blame but ourselves for the world we live in. We created it. And we can also fix it. Fix it correctly.
Do painters only use one color to create beauty? No. Our planet is a canvas of skin colors. It is beautiful that way.
Does a baker offer up an assortment of desserts, knowing not every taste bud is the same? Yes. None is better than the other. Religion is a relationship between that one person and their god. My God taught me that judgement does not rest in my hands. The only words that should fall from my lips are those soaked in kindness, love, and understanding.
Do our faucets have only one temperature, scolding hot or freezing cold? No. We have choice. Some like it luke warm, some prefer the extremes. Just like our water, there are many different kinds of men and women. Heterosexuals, homosexuals, transvestites, bisexuals, drag queens, you name it. We all belong.
Does a sundae come with a confounding choice of toppings? Yes, indeed. Like a delicious sundae, our bodies are our own and we can do with them as we please. Piercings, tattoos, scarification, jewelry, makeup, perfumes, it is your body.
Stop this sickness of hate. Live your life, be kind and compassionate, and realize that your opinion is not fact. Respect those around you.
Love, B. R. Wren