To Whom It May Concern,
I am writing this letter in correspondence to my feelings.
Have you not empathy nor ego, let these words seep in your skin just as deep as I go.
We live in a world where free-will is just as obvious as the presence of spirit.
Who are we to judge even when we are asked to air…
Our opinions that is.
What we think or feel to the utmost degree is right for you, and even me.
Through and through time, there have been trends and common-fly amongst the fellows.
How fair is it to deem my sexuality a sin, trend or mistake?, The accord to my mellow-
Ness. What makes the man pull the trigger, the wombman solicit her temple at market price…
And what makes you write me off to hell without thinking twice?
Is that the way of our God ?
Holy is thou, last time we spoke.
Common delusion of the common folk.
Of mind, body and spirit such as you.
Love, compassion… honesty… and seeking truth.
More compassion than the average in fact, the marrow of my Spirit constantly under society’s attack.
Strong? Yes I am.
Considerate? Most certainly more than the rest of them.
Them… yes, you, who it may concern.
Rest assure at night, I am living…
For myself, with no inconvenience to you.
Do you grasp my perplexity ?
All in (the) All, I overstand that we are pieces of the infinite.
Together, we fit the puzzle, and in that truth…
I’ve found nothing but love…
Written and Performed by: Starr A. Moore
-In love and light of Amyr Roman, the warmest soul I have grown to know.