Not Created Equal

I admit it, I’m not created like other men
I wasn’t created equal
Knowing how to treat the opposite sex with respect

Seeing the world the way it is
I can tell that it’s a rare trait
It means I wasn’t created equal

Sad day when you meet one who has never felt that
How could one so precious not be treated like that
But I guess it’s judging the exterior

My exterior has always been the downfall
But if that’s what I’m judged on, nobody will get to know the interior

Ken

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