The Faces

I once went to the store 

And as I walked in the door

I saw a face

That was all I saw

 

So I walked closer to the face

And as I did so 

I soon observed a group of faces forming around it

All of them were different colors

 

As I walked into the circle

I noticed something quite remarkable

They were talking to each other

So I listened to what they were saying

 

And to my surprise

One at a time, each of the faces told each other about their troubles

They told each other their problems

They told each other their passions

They told each other everything

 

And that made me wonder how such different faces could possibly get along

How could they share their feelings

How could they talk to each other without noticing that they were a different color

I was stuck in thought

I couldn’t find the answers

I just couldn’t

 

So I looked more closely

And then, I saw it

The faces were only different in their color

Everything else was the same

 

So I questioned myself

How could they not get along

Was I not thinking straight

Then I realized these faces were the same

It was just how I first looked at them that changed everything

Maybe I should have just looked at them a little harder...

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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