Pieces of a Whole : A Poem
Are our differences so delicate
Are the distances wedged between us by those before so far
Are our wounds so tender
Are the towns we come from so distant
Are our languages so foreign
as to make us forget the seed from which we all we born
As to suppress and isolate
Depreciate compassion, generosity
Understanding
Are we so little
So insignificant
that we can not embrace or make steps to overcome?
If the heart and mind are both a muscle
Then can we not exercise them to expand as one?








































