Everyone Loves You They Just Don’t Know It Yet

Now that the yin and yang of race, religion, identity, bias is settled, and the dying fires are quenched with our shared tears, can the tears we shed wash away our hate and fears?

As tears flow down our cheeks, they wash blood off the streets. Like a good cry, wiping clean everything, as tears pool together, becoming streams.

This one drop of tear is me.

The shared tears form a puddle;

our community.

This community builds to become the stream of identity.

One drop, one puddle, one stream,

flowing into one river.

In essence, all the same water.

Notice the peace and the beauty.

Feel the stillness and the sun.

When nothing and no one is damned

We will all flow together as One.