I want to talk about differences.
Different hair, different eyes, different skin,
Different sexualities, ages and religion.
I want to talk about hate.
Talk about the hearts
Filled with hostility.
I want to talk about how hate
Is fear in disguise.
How people are afraid of change,
Afraid of people who are different.
I want to talk about scarves.
How the beige fabric that conceals
My classmate's hair
Was cause for unrequited rage
And accusations of “terrorism”
I want to talk about skin.
Burn into the back of my teammate,
As she strolls down the faded streets.
I want to talk about hands.
The hands that collided
With my friend’s eye,
Because his hand
Was intertwined with his boyfriend’s.
I want to talk about you.
Those defining factors,
That, according to you,
who you are as person