Belonging
Belonging
A room
Creating worlds of diversity
One side
Conveying thoughts of inferiority
The others
Placing thoughts of fellow men
Outside;
They turn and rend
Tearing through
The paper hearts of those too weak
To fight
To speak what’s on their mind to speak
Injustice
May be too prevalent a term
While inside
The tortured ones, hidden out of fear, tears burn
Love
Replaced by selfish hate
Kindness
Portrayed instead by harshness
Sharing
Presented not, only feelings of greed
Inclusion
Unheard of, only the best are welcome
Who started it?
Who said all are not loved?
Who claimed only a few are important?
Who placed themselves as judge?
Who said they aren’t wrong?
Who claims perfection?
Who knows
But each is loved
Each is special and important
Those wrong have a higher Judge
Those wronged will be vindicated
Those trampled will be uplifted
Justice will come, both for the just and the unjust
Love will always be there, a free never-ending gift
Kindness will never cease, though it seems invisible most times
Compassion will not stop as long as people give—
Freely, willingly, without expecting return
And knowing it was all for a very special reason
Because
Every one matters