What are we?
We are names, we are races, we are social classes, we are genders, we are our careers,
But is that really who we are?
Look at your hands, look at your feet
think to yourself, how am I "me"
How is my soul so intricately woven into my body
Like vines wrapping around a tree inseparably
How does my pulsing blood tell a story,
of past generations and what is yet to be?
We it comes down to it,
that's who we are all
an essence with a shape
a mind with a heart.
Some eyes watch waging wars
others glance at online stores,
but most of us are not sure
just what God has in store.
What separates you from another person?
A title, a color, a paycheck, an arbitrary curtain?
The beauty of life is when our soul can trickle past
the borders of race, culture, and social class
to find the essence of another human
and see we are all after the same thing:
a life of peace, love, and harmony.
We may have to fight for others to truly be free.
And that fight for justice is found in solidarity.