They must be crazy to want
to be with a bear!

You weren’t raised with keys in your fist.
You weren’t raised with an extra lap around home.
You weren’t raised looking over your shoulder,
getting whisked off against your will.

I don’t see why they judge me
before they get to know me.

Because a few bad apples spoil the bunch.
Because some fear assault more than death.
Because you feel safe in your skin.
Because taking time to know sometimes
is too late.

There are two points of view and one
is more important than the other.

Baby steps, son.
Baby steps.

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