We weave our lives together

Our paths intertwine and dance within each other

As with the rest of the world we are one

We are the soil, rich sweet ochre, hickory, umber

We are the tempestuous ocean, insatiable azures, and cobalts

We are the luscious emerald grasses and bittersweet succulents

We are the descendants of our Mother Earth, we are one

Yet I still wonder how it is

That old prejudice, pregiudizio, préjudice, पक्षपात, تعصب

Exists in every dictionary

How is it that this one word can break so many apart?

When we come from the same soil, the same Mother?

I watch so many brothers and sisters fall around me every day

Because the sun smiles at some a little more sweetly

Because some are criticized for opening their hearts, finding their identity

Because some are hated for choosing to worship their god

Yet Hope hangs her umbrella sparingly over me

As I slowly see the sun coming back

As generations come and go

They hold their hands together a little tighter

And take off their tainted glasses

That has blurred their vision so

As they understand each other more

And open their own hearts, minds, and souls

To finally open their own eyes and see

The beautiful colors surrounding them

The rich seas of greens and blues

The delicate hues of purples and pinks

The colorful threads of our lives interconnected

Joined in unity, togetherness