Do you understand me, and do I understand you?
I struggle with depression and anxiety and uncertainties.
Do you know what I am going through?
You are a person of different religion or culture.
With things you feel are true.
Do I understand the way you think,
Trying to understand and respect your point of view?
Your skin is physiologically different,
By the concentration of melanin*.
Does this simple factor make you any less,
Or decide if we can or cannot be friends?
Does the fact that your orientation is different,
And not completely understood.
Mean that you cannot be loved as a person,
Or possess qualities that are good?
Your physical and mental abilities,
Have been handicapped from birth.
Does this affect how I speak to you,
Or have bearing on your worth?
The socioeconomic status, occupation, rank, and degree,
Can be accomplishments attained in life,
But do not justify superiority.
In religion, gender, race, and such,
Pitted against each other we are often found.
Thus we grow up in a society,
Where stereotypes, judgments, and misconceptions can abound.
Oh God, give me the gift to see things through Thine eyes,
And transform this heart of mine.
To view mankind as thou seest them Lord,
As children of the Divine.
*The pigment that gives human skin, hair, and eyes their color.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem