Poem: The Golden Rule: Ain't That a Trip? (In Honor of Black History Month)

 

The Golden Rule: Ain't That a Trip? (In Honor of Black History Month) by Ruben White

In this wild world where we all just roam, Treat folks like you want, or just stay

home.

'Cause if you think being mean's the way to

go,

You might wanna check your heart, just so you know.

Counting other people's sins, don't make you a saint.

Oh, look at you, judging folks like a pro, Acting all high and mighty, like you run the show.

But newsflash, buddy, we all got our flaws,

So maybe keep it chill, and pause for applause.

Counting other people's sins, don't make you a saint.

When you see someone different, don't start to sweat,

Just remember, they're human, like you, no regret.

We all got our quirks, ain't that the truth?

So let's laugh it off, and reclaim our youth. Counting other people's sins, don't make you a saint.

You think you're the judge, with your gavel in hand?

But honey, life's a circus, and we're all in the band.

So let's drop the drama, and keep it real tight,

We're all just tryna vibe, and make it through the night.

Counting other people's sins, don't make

you a saint.

So here's the deal, let's keep it light,

Treat others with love, it just feels right. 'Cause if you wanna shine, like a diamond so bright,

Spread that good energy, and watch the world ignite.

Counting other people's sins, don't make you a saint.