Identity is the special guest in every anonymous crowd.

Every life is the same as itself and not less.

Gender is the identity of wonder.

My skin is not what I am, it’s just the casing I’m within.

Princesses come in every tone, their value is as deep as bone.

Darker is not a place marker.

Sweet are the uses of the face, to sort and sift both friend and foe with grace.

None of us are what is commonly thought we all should be.

The fool never meets anyone different from himself.

Earth shifts, character uplifts.

Purpled spring, summer green, orange is fall — changing all.

No one is alone within; every psyche houses a family.

Respect for others is nonnegotiable, for each precious life is royally stamped with the divine imprimatur.

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