Cross-Cultural
people are like rubiks cubes
colored parts that rotate
and fit neatly into slots
and people are like oceans
with pieces floating on the surface
and dark mysterious waters below,
never seen by the human eye
and people are like people.
with variables too numerous to quantify
or map out on any spectrum
or allude to with words.
my intentions were clear
but only if you were speaking my language.
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