I see nothing different.
Not black or women.
Simply people around me.
Outer shells are merely birthright.
Look past the surface, discover their soul.
Respect the total package.
I hear nothing different.
Just thoughts attempting escape.
Their broken voices trapped by unsolicited gifts.
Listen for connection.
They wish only to be heard.
Don’t you want the same?
I feel nothing different.
No judgement cast down.
A reflex of acceptance.
Change the ingrained, embrace the new.
They are who they love to be.
Honour their chosen roles.
I am nothing different.
Our similarities go unnoticed.
We breath, we think.
Why question anything else?
Rise above the typical.
Question the trend.
Embrace your given compassion.
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