She is love
So I am starting a movement.
The “love” movement.
For a long time I couldn’t be around people. I would take out all my anger and hate on them.
It kills me a little bit every time to remember that part of me.
I remember being mad. Mad all the time.
That all changed when my cousin handed me her cell phone. On the line would be a boy who would change my life… For four years he would change me.
Still changing, But incomplete. Until one day someone wore a banana costume to school. She was really good at art, she would draw in the lunch line.
It may have been chance, or fate. But we became good friends, She changed me. All for the better.
Then I met a boy, He was a little bit wired. But good wired. He liked glee and musicals. He and I met because he was saving me from selling out. We are best friends now, I have changed him like she changed me.
We listen to each other. All our faults and strengths, for better or well worse.
Now I’ve met a boy who lives in New York. We talk everyday. He encourages me, Changing me again, still For the best.
The way this movement works is to stir something in you.
Change yourself and the world will follow.
I want to be love to all who see me, because if I am Love; Love will follow.
I want to change the world; to stop the hate.
So i’m changing me again.
And I wont stop until I see the world changing with me.
