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We were brought into this world, And we were given the gift of sight. Not just the ability to see, But the ability to experience; To experience each other on a level much deeper level. Truly, we are able to know one another beyond our face, And this bond connects us all, creating a great unity. I would not say that we are all equal, This is something one simply cannot measure. But one of us is not superior to the other As the earth holds a place for us all. I should say that we are all colored, But I speak of the colors beneath us. Some of our colors are more vibrant than others, And this creates a sense of individuality. But I maintain that this only compliments our whole. As when one of us is missing a piece, another can help fill it. And I know that I speak the truth, As I've seen evidence of it throughout history. National history, my own history, I see people grow. I see people connect. I see people love. And so, I am proud.
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