An Inflexible Mind

 

 

How can you judge me?

When you don’t even know me.

Still your mind is inflexible.

Intolerant.

The shade of my skin is all you see.

Akin to beauty,

color is merely a facade.

I am so much deeper.

I have the same

hopes,

dreams,

and desires

as you.

I work .

I play.

I laugh.

I cry.

I love.

You don’t have to

love me.

You don’t even have to

like me.

But I demand  

RESPECT.