Being Human
Promoting Humanity over Division
In a world of labels and lines,
Where forms ask in black and white,
They inquire, "Are you this or that?"
A question old as time.
But in my heart, the answer's clear,
Beyond the shades of skin,
For every beat and every breath
Proclaims the truth within.
I am not just black or white,
Nor merely east or west,
I'm a tapestry of thoughts and dreams,
In countless colors dressed.
I am a human, first and last,
A traveller on this earth.
Each step a story, each smile a bridge,
Transcending the place of birth.
In my laughter, in my tears,
In the love that I extend,
It's the human spirit that endures,
Beyond each divide we mend.
So when they ask with pen in hand,
To check a box, define,
I tell them with a gentle heart,
"I am human," and that's just fine.
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