Difference.
The word sticks out like a thousand shards of glass, pricking your skin in the wrongest ways. It shouldn't be a problem, but we think that it should be, so it is. We feel those shards of hatred and segregation in races because people think it should be felt.
The kind of people who love all, cherish life, forget the hate, they don't feel that pain. They don't feel the hurt of those shards of glass; the broken beer bottle of a alcoholic dad or a pointy needle from a drug addict mom that abandoned her child. They don't think they should feel it, so they don't.
When we people understand, we choose our choices, our decisions. They aren't really different than us, we choose to think they are. We aren't smarter, stronger, better in any way. We are equal. We are the same.
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Spoken Poetry
PoesíaThese are some poems of my own. They are about all different things. Some of them can be a little upsetting for younger readers.
