Lemon-lime, life is sublime. Twisting and turning, color assorting.

They don’t believe in global warning because winter is cold. We should just sit back, head down, and believe what we’re told.

But polar ice caps are melting; people’s lives are at stake now. My world blows and cries to our new, orange, pow-wow. Problem is though, he is filled with hate; Can’t keep his thoughts straight in a single debate.

I’m scared for my sisters and our pot luck relatives. Being banned and pushed aside, not a vital part to the country’s new plan. It’s not fair, I tell my mother, in a rallying chant. The fate of our earth is in the hands of a selfish man.

A world, colorblind. Now that would be sublime. Discouraging hate rather than our friends that co-populate.

We are all different, but still humans alike. Why can’t we just love, live, instead of voting out of spite.

Lemon-lime, a bittersweet duo. They are a natural born resource that have a nasty, sour, taste. Like the colorful, diverse fruits, that God gave us; the wonderful and unique traits of individuals are all that can save us.

Our world is not like paper: plain, thin, and white. We come in colors and sizes and all shapes alike. Who deserves the right to judge us for differentiating from the norm? All we want is equal rights and to make it through the storm.

Our umbrellas are broken and we ae left in the rain. The former heroes, Rosa Parks and MLK, fought with love for change; and all we want is the same. History repeats itself, as time will tell. Building a wall is the next road to hell.

Not too long ago, people were being locked in acid showers to die. No one stopped to save them; we heard you cry. If the only difference from then to now is the power of presidency and a loaded militia, then the people must rise, or we’ll all go down with yah.

All hope is not lost, though. Our roots are still grounded. The country still revolves around the rules our Fathers founded. But what if it’s wrong? Living life without change. Blacks separated from whites; Gays separated from straight. Maybe it is time for our country to rearrange.

But equality does not come easy; it will take lots of repair and blending. We live in a country divided, though. Believe if you dare. But if we start mending now, we can pick up and go from there.

I love us. All our different cultures migrated as a whole. Our world may be of separate entities, but we are all one soul. We can do this, piece by piece; from sister to brother.

All it takes is one voice in a crowd, standing above the others.