In a perfect world…

It would be you and me in that house. We’d raise our children there and make sure they’d know they are loved. You’d learn how to read and be the school teacher you always wanted to be. And then you’d come home everyday to me and tell me about your day, and I’d tell you about mine. The kids, of course would jump in and tell you about any and everything, and we’d just soak it all in, in awe of how we got so lucky.

But this isn’t a perfect world. I’m me and you’re you, and the world ain’t ready for that. So in the meantime we’ve got to protect ourselves and protect each other because ain’t nobody else goin’ to.