Who am I
to say that you are wrong?
Who are you
to say that I am wrong?
Simple questions—
tough answers.
Polarization plagues us,
yet we remain ideologues,
clutching our ideologies
hurling insults, as if snowballs.
We must leave the trenches.
We must excuse our differences.
We must find our similarities.
Who am I?
Who are you?
We are one,
we are human—
together, yet separate
we must remember.
Even with my friends, I'm alone.
They date. They love each other.
They don't think I notice
They don't think I notice how stingy we're becoming:
They don't think I notice the reluctance to use the propane heat.
They don't think I notice how cold it is when I crawl out of bed every morning.
Dear World,
I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me.
Comments
It can be so easy to see ourselves as enemies across a great divide, but this poem has such a worthy message to humanity: "We must excuse our differences. We must find our similarities." I wish we all had the same mindset. The world would be a much more peaceful place.
Amen!!
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