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It's not always comfortable |
By focusing on our differences We are perpetuating stereotypes. Instead of the things that unite us We are obsessed with the things that divide us. Like picking at a barely noticeable imperfection, It soon becomes a large, open, festering wound One that will take millennia to close. As generations go by, we have a choice: To move forward in unity Or to move apart And into little sections of a pie chart United only by the walls of indifference that separate us. All sorted into neat little boxes and filed away Like that's some sort of accomplishment. Building bridges sometimes means you put aside your differences, Accept that we don't all think the same Realize that it would be dangerous To all think the same way. Yet, round and round we go Never knowing who we are implicating next With our sweeping generalizations. Like a gnawing hunger, the beast claws away at our insides. Trying to turn us all against one another Devious, cunning, He can worm his way into anyone's heart. We all have cracks in our armor A deep rooted need for acceptance and belonging. We search for a purpose and can easily be guided into uncertainty. Clouds descend and engulf us here In this pit; in this time of upheaval. We wait patiently for a future we all envision, But we have not yet realized that we can't please everyone. Discomfort and strife are necessary To know what comfort and harmony are You must experience the opposite Shadow and light are one and the same Neither exists without the other. |