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Anthropology
This is an older piece that I found from a couple of years ago. I have more old
goodies for those of you who are fans of mine already. Enjoy.
Speak, strange brother of mine
Darkened skin or pale in tone,
Why do I not know you?
Together we are both alone,
Your eyes and beliefs are alien
My view points are not your own,
As my beliefs began with determinism
Yours too are planted and society grown,
Our diction is similar but different
Aspirations are opposites yet the same,
As the tiger views the lion at first glance
Fear and respect live within our names,
Our labels force us inside of a box
Frailties inspire judgment and empathy
Not knowing now, that we are one
Nor how the correct word is sympathy,
Sympathy is the term we shall feel
As insight inspires greater understanding,
To study your life is to reflect on my own
As each existence is equally demanding,
As minor details have kept us apart, I now see you,
As a picture of me, placed on a different shelf,
For who I believed would be a task to “know”
Is merely a different name, given to, myself
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