What matters origin,
of what consequence is hue of hide,
when we’ve become kin,
and found in brotherhood pride?
Our differences spur growth,
where likeness yields stagnation,
celebrate us both,
celebrate change and our hearts’ rejuvination.
Fear is the seed,
of a flower corrupt,
bearing fruits of greed,
from which hatred erupt.
But one heart have you,
finite is the room within its chambers,
fill them love, no matter its form so true,
not hatred’s enkindling embers.
I would embrace you and call you sister,
be as you are, beautiful and free,
life through friendship made richer,
teach me the compassion that within you I see.