Nationalist 

I’m a nationalist to humanity

There is no dirt that belongs to me

Where I belong is where hearts find safety

I don’t look at color or the wealthy

My language is of Love

And my skin simply reflects the sun

My flag is black with brilliance, absorbing all the colors in the sun.

My culture is that of freedom and honor

And pizza and chocolate 

And cheese

And lastly, my religion, my belief, is my life and etiquette. 

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The eyes of free will

It’s amazing how as children we see the world so purely, everything becomes meaningful, even the tone of a parent makes the biggest difference. seeing the world through emotion and reading through the language of emotional value. whereas as we get older symbols and definitions become the foundation of our thinking, tainting our views and limiting the possibilities that a child may see.