Diversity is...

I sit on the ground,
Staring around me,
Knowing not
How to describe diversity.

I waste a few sheets of paper,
Writing… scratching it out…
Writing some more…
And crumbling the sheet.

I gaze out into the world.

I wonder how the earth
Can be so diverse
So simply,
So naturally.

Five trees, all in a row
All divergent:
Different shades of green,
Different form and stature.

Nature understands.
Why can’t we?

I look at my garden.
It’s cold out
And the flowers
Are dead or dying.

What is left?
Leaves.
They’re all green.
Except the Coleus.

Its leaves
Crimson engulfed
By carmine.
They’re different.

This is diversity.

When one shows
Their individual color,
Their own hopes,
Their own dreams,
Fearing not
The judgment
Fearing not
The ridicule.

It’s the bravery and courage
One has to be himself.

Diversity is
Standing out
And being proud
Of who you are.

It’s voicing
Your opinion
And never
Being ashamed.

It’s being you
And no one else.
Caring not
What other’s think.

It’s self-expression.
It’s displaying everything
About yourself
In any way possible.

Diversity is
The clothes you wear,
The music you listen to,
The color of your hair.

Diversity is
Accepting yourself
For who you are,
For being true to yourself.

It’s refusing to change
For the sake of others.
It’s being you and
Refusing to be someone else.

Diversity is
Individuality.

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