the human in me...

My color is irrelevant. So is the country I was born in, what language I speak, or what G-d I pray to, if I pray at all. It is irrelevant how much money I have in the bank or what car I drive. It is irrelevant if my clothes are from a famous label or no label.

What's relevant is that my skin is used to caress. That the country and culture I was born into do not close my eyes to embrace the new and the different. That the language I speak be used in kindness instead of hatred. That the G-d I pray to is a G-d of kindness and if I don't pray at all, that my acts speak louder than my words. That the money I have, little or much, be used to provide to my loved ones or to those not so loved. That the car I drive don't be the status symbol that determines my worth but just be the transportation that I need. That the clothes I wear transmit the feelings of my heart, be it happy hippie, preppy professional or beach relaxed. As long as it is not sewed by a child or adult in a sweatshop.

"...and that my insanity be forgiven, because one half of me is love and so is the other half."Oswaldo Montenegro