Conclusion

This world is confusing

For adults like me

And my kid sister can’t comprehend.

The hatred and the racism

The murders and the patriotism

And the sadness that always extends.

She looks at me,

Swimming for advice

And I know just what to exclaim.

I take a confident breathe

My arms outstretched:

“We all still bleed just the same.”

And she stares at me

With those unsure eyes

Trying to adjust her confusion

“Yes,” she whispered,

“But did we have to go through all this

To get towards that conclusion?”