~Hear my voice~

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Where am I suppose to be

if you say you own my home.

I've always been here forever.

I am no different from you,

we both came from a woman.


Race have separated us,

but I still feel you as my brother.

We've existed together for forever.

Don't you still recognize me?

We coexist in a living world.


Lets make a deal, lets be frank.

Accept our existence for time waits non.

If you don't, you wake a silent volcano.

I've seen my people cry for long.


Stop causing pain and differences,

hold my hand and you'll know

what a world is suppose to be.

Close your eyes towards your pride.

Because we're all meant to be.


Nothing superior  exist as humans,

no superior colour, no superior race.

So my fellow built up atoms

lets  witness the sunrise at the same level

you'll reach the dark space if you keep yourself too high.

                                                                                                             Zesi__


A/N : In this modern world, we are suppose to accept the coexistence of each other. Yes, I know, maybe our ancestors have caused destructions to something of yours, maybe you don't like my colour, maybe you don't like the way we look, maybe there is just stories or rumors that makes you hate us, maybe you have an unexplainable reason, but if you are a civilized real human being, you should see the beautiful differences between us, you should get used to  seeing us because everyday is a new day with a different purpose, because you don't become mightier by putting someone different down.

Grow up little children, you are going  nowhere by being a racist, get used to seeing a black man with a beautiful hair, get used to seeing an Asian with eyes smaller than your's (Fact : They can see what you see), get used to seeing a person who look like Chinese but is actually an Indian inside out, get used to seeing a fellow countryman with a little darker skin, get used to this unique world we all belong together, because if you continue your childish actions you'll beg to breathe when we starts dancing (means when we act).

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