All I see

I see a child of two. I don’t see the skin color or the origin of life I just see a child of two.

Being pushed in a grocery cart the child offers a smile to whoever will look. He or she doesn’t yet know the harsh realities of those all around them and the safety net of that cart.

I see a child of five waiting at the bus stop holding the hand that guides them, loves them. protects them. I don’t see the color of the skin or the origin of life, just a child of five wanting to ride the bus and look out the window smiling as life passes by.

I see a child of twelve walking behind their origin of life keeping a safe distance under a watchful eye. I don’t see the color of the skin just a child of twelve growing further and further apart from the protection of their growth

I see a grown child of twenty standing alone lost in a maze of others each one a product of today. It wasn’t the lack of love, the neglect, or the fault of any, it is a choice that we make and it all started when they smiled and didn’t receive a smile back.

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