No one can quite say it like you do. I mean it- I've read your poetry and seen your photographs, and I don't think anyone can say it the same way. That's because no one sees it the same way, no one lives it the same way, no one means it the same way. Not the way you do.
Diversity- it's that bittersweet combination of a wonderful thing and the terrible way we react to it.
Can you imagine the world if we all were the same? I can visualize it- a perfect beige wall, covered in perfect script of perfect poems displaying perfet happiness. Perfect happiness- in other words, extraordinary boredom.
You can't have good without bad, much as you cannot have a world without people that are completely different from one another. When we look at one another, do we see their extremities without looking farther and discovering who they are? Yes, I think we do. We are all like gems- literally covered in facets that display the brightest and darkest of us depending on where the light is coming from and what perspective you have. Much as we'd love things to be this way, you can't just look at someone and know all of them. I doubt anyone really even knows all of their own facets. People are constantly changing, becoming new and more and more uniquely themselves.
Diversity- that thing that puts up so many walls in our lives, but what I believe we wouldn't be able to live- really live- without.
Can we please tear down our walls for a moment so that we can see who is really on the other side?