I dream of a day

I dream of a day when everyone gets the same respect, regardless of the size of their dress, the cover of their bodies, the colour of their skin, the size of their purse, the education they manage to get, their ancestry, their career choices, their sexual preferences, or whether they choose to conform with the ways of their immediate circle or to find their own path. A day when people get respect merely for existing as a fellow human.

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