If This Isn'T Poetry, It Must Be Prose Poem by Jona PoloRamirez

'Who am I and who are you? Jovipram

Why do we always measure people with what they have?
The color of their skin, their hair, their eyes,
Their money, their cars, and clothes they wear?
We measure objectively what we see and favor.
Do pleasant thoughts exist only in what we see?
Do pleasant things in life- things that will make us feel good
Measured by anything objective? How about what's inside...
What's subjective in us? My thoughts, my feelings
As manifested in my virtues and my goodwill for others?
Where is its placement in your world?
Am I a part of it?
I am excluded and often ask myself why?
Is it my skin? The clothes that I wear,
The color of my hair, is it my subjective attributes?
I thought all humans are created equal,
Why do I always fight my way
Into making the world know who and what I am?
Is there a measure of who we are in the world?
Where we move around? Who says
One is better than the other? Me? You?
Certainly not, I know you by what you tell me
For I can't judge you by what I see, the working of your mind
is yours and so is mind, you will only know me when I tell
Who am I and what I am, whether it's the truth or not
It came from me for nothing can be hidden, truth reveals itself.
So really, you can't measure me by what you see objectively,
Neither can I about you. So let's quit this judgemental world
And move on to the responsibilities we chose to commit
Ourselves with, the world will be a better place
When we are what we teach and we are who we are.