We come into this world 
Born, new only of the womb
Of woman and man, unstilted
Breathing in the atmosphere 
Without the fear of death 
Never needing reassurance 
That the next breath will come 
As we grow into our own body 
Gain a sense of consciousness 
Somewhere along the way 
Just under the surface we 
Begin again into a new journey 
In this one we somehow find 
A distinct place where the world 
We once knew tends to fall away
We teach ourselves to doubt 
Deciding that second guessing 
Is somehow better than intuition 
We choose to loathe what we don’t 
Understand or don’t like or can’t comprehend 
Because somehow that’s easier than learning 
Something new or trying to become better 
Like we were born to be in the beginning 
In our very first place, in the newness of it all.
If only we were taught to love ourselves 
Maybe we wouldn’t hate others at all
For hate is only the things we fear 
We can’t understand or love inside 
Our own hearts and minds,
So we as humans project
Onto the souls of others.
If only hate weren’t taught 
At all.