HB (Human Being)

in the hallway of my sisters' school lies an ongoing battle, a duel between skin color, language barriers, and one big misunderstanding teachers who aren't standing while chairs are being thrown names murmered under harsh breath an outburst, an uprising because we can't take the time to learn about each other no man is better than another they say to us but i don't understand how you don't understand that we are all brothers under one god, is here to love the far and near from seat to seat we seat ourselves on a thrown of thorns that we stole from our fallen prey we pray that others will see it our way but if our way is wrong would it be wrong to not stand up fro those thoughts anyway is the point of life to light ourselves? or to light someone else the confusion becomes fused with our material bodies who i am is not incased in skin, blood, or bones who i am is how i treat my very own my own is not owned by blue eyes, blonde hair, white skin my own is anyone or anything with a beating heart walking this green land we landed on how many years ago black, white, yellow, green if we were blind, we would be seeing our brother for who they are not the labels our corrupt minds label them love your kind be kind to them your kind is not the pigment of your skin your kind is HB be your own Human Being but remind yourself to remain where you are no one is above or below the ladder rung where our brothers hung one another shot down in drive ways to drive away from the problems that we think we've erased reality check check out of your mind and into the world wars over religion this is the place that we live in bullets shot into our babies and we hope that maybe this will all change but sitting down will not drown out the noise its your choice to stand up for the girls and boys who don't understand why the other kids can't stand them just because their skin is slightly more tan than them