I would like to think that the words:

“ Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”

are not just empty engravings on a monument that was supposed to stand as our creed.

Our nation has an appearance of one flavor.

But how often have you actually looked for something other?

Is it that diversity is not there or that it is not realized?

Suppression does not wipe out existence.

Diversity is a beautiful thing that values the individual.

Amongst the weary footprints of generations before us

we press fresh footprints