Get Along.

Sat, 08/17/2019 - 23:31 -- Adedi14

There are those who see me as a Foe, yes, those who I hope to never know. They say to go back, and their reasons, did take me aback. Apparently, I am where I do not belong. Why can't we all get along?  My very being infuriates them, and it feels dreadful, the condemn. My very being infuriates them !!! as my suppression is their stem. They don't ever see their deeds as wrong So we don't get along.  The world  is frightening enough, I thought. And I have a long ways to go to, understand the point. But, feeling fear for my existence is absurd. Knowing this, something inside me stirred. but, this is also why our issues prolong. why can't we all just get along.  If I could see to the end of this masked ball, this treacherous ball, I would give it my all. Oh, the end of this inhumane pursuit.... when they, no, we all finally give out. But that is easier said than done Humanity might be long gone.  Will we ever get along ?  

 

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