I am an outsider.
Are you one too?
Do you see me?
Because I see you.
Why is it easy
To notice our differences?
Are we connected
By teaching divisions
Of privilege?
I stand beside you
In isolated categories,
Ignorant and colorblind,
Please tell your story.
No black-only signs
Or separate benches,
Yet a culture divided
By our invisible differences.
When we walk out the door,
Class dismissed,
Will division still guide
Where I must fit?
If you wish to know,
I can’t choose difference.
It won’t change how I see you—
That’s courage to be human.
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