I’ve seen through others’ eyes,
suffered many dies,
been there with those suffering pain –
feel with them in their demise,
see in them – shame.
Instead of fearing them as “the other,”
I listen to their stories, and they become real,
then we see them as kin,
so nice to see from them – a grin –
sometimes just being there for them is a win.
What peoples I’m talking about
need not defining –
everyone who’s fallen down
and not shining –
sometimes too proud to seek help from another,
people like us can stand up to be a good sister or brother.
“Alone, but yet together, we all depend on each other.“
Keep shining brightly
with Peace and Love,