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Same Love

February 12, 2013

This song speaks to me so deeply, I have a physical reaction to it. I doubt my words can add anything to the beauty of the song, so here it is:

 

Same Love by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, featuring Mary Lambert:

When I was in the third grade, I thought that I was gay, cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight. I told my mom, tears rushing down my face. She’s like, “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-k. Trippin’.”

Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she? Bunch-a stereotypes all in my head. I remember doing the math, like, “Yeah, I’m good at Little League.” A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant for those that like the same sex. Have the characteristics, the right wing conservatives think it’s a decision and you can be cured  with some treatment and religion—man-made rewiring of a predisposition.

Playing God. Aw nah here we go, America the brave still fears what we don’t know. “God loves all his children” is somehow forgotten but we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago.

I don’t know.

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me. Have you read the You Tube comments lately? “Man that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily. We become so numb to what we’re saying.

A culture founded from oppression, yet we don’t have acceptance for ’em. Call each other fags behind the keys of a message board. A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it. Gay is synonymous with the lesser.

It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion—gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment. The same fight that led people to walk-outs and sit-ins, it’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference.

Live on, and be yourself.

When I was at church they taught me something else: If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed. That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned when everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless rather than fighting for  humans that have had their rights stolen. I might not be the same but that’s not important. No freedom til we’re equal, damn right, I support it.

We press play, don’t press pause. Progress, march on. With a veil over our eyes we turn our back on the cause. Til the day that my uncles can be united by law. When kids are walking ’round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart, a world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are. And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all but it’s a damn good place to start.

No law is gonna change us, we have to change us. Whatever God you believe in, we come from the same one. Strip away the fear, underneath it’s all the same love.

About time that we raised up.

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