It seems as if pain has become my best friend as my love ones has become distant whom voice has become nothing more than a hollow echo with no meaning that I can not interpret. Why do I feel like the world has become so far from understanding my pain that I'm the only one standing in it when it's full of people that are like statues standing with no feelings or compassion for my experiences whose ...
hands are like stones weighted down that they can't lift them to give me a helping hand as I struggle to survive. Do I not look like their daughter or mother how about their aunt or sister? Do I favor who you call a relative when we are family beyond a last name? Do my children look like yours? You may say no because your children are dressed in European brand names and my children are not but yet we both want the best for them so why can't you see my children as your own when they both are faced with same disadvantages and economic prejudices because of skin tone so this should let you know that our children are connect because of skin tone and not last names. So can you see it in your heart now to break the stones from your hands and come out of your statue state of mind and help ease my pain
