BB Borne on the Bayou

Humans can if they want to.

photo: bb borne The Golden (Lantern) Rule

I went down to the South,
Well actually just New Orleans;
To take in some culture,
Well just the Mardi Gras.
There I saw America,
Well just some folks;
All mingled together,
Just mish-mashing around.

There was blue folks and red folks
And black, grey and brown,
Caucasian and Asian,
Gay, Straight, and Trans;
One guy in drag,
Just a diner in a booth,
No one looked twice,
Just enjoyed the food.

A Full Bowl Of Jambalaya.

One thing I noticed,
While there in that bowl,
Was all the ingredients,
Kept their own shape,
Kept their own taste,
Kept their own style.

One Big Splice of Spices.

Nobody judged,
Nobody cancelled,
Nobody lost,
Every difference intact,
Every difference a fact,
Differences attract,
No threat at all.