We are men and women.
We are all colors.
We recognize not our dichotomy, but our diversity.
We see bright future in our children.
We sacrifice for preservation of humanity.
We abandon no one.
We cry in honor of the valor of great men and women.
We never walk alone, physically or spiritually.
We cry with tears of joy in the face of achievement.
We atone failure with greater effort.
We cannot give up.
We trust without conditions.
We bind ourselves with love.
We ruminate the past.
We cherish the present.
We create the future.
Tears cherishing the fallen great men and women are ocean to the tears consoling personal agony.
When you are willing to look at me and talk with me, you will find out deep inside we are not that different. We happen to be very alike, with similar thoughts, similar passions, and similar troubling difficulties. You will soon realize, for half of your life you have been creating borders, and regret all the joy and tears and warmth of a genuine smile you would have shared with us. I await the moment the fence is taken down. The moment you run to us with fiery effervescence. The moment we laugh and walk towards the sunset together.