Justice by Fatema AlSumaiti

I took my glasses off and I saw it all.
The ugly.
The distorted.
The colors painted outside the lines.

What are the lines? The limits?

Crossing borders of our own beliefs. Breathing in others. Tasting their ideas and drinking in their conflicts.

We are brains. Thoughts. Communication.

We are understanding and yet misconceptions color us.

No. They don’t color us. You make them become us.

Us? Us.
Like strings of guitars screaming loudly and in chaos. Us.

We stand parallel. Strong. And alone. Us. The community in shambles.


The society in pieces. Us. Us.

We are humanity.

Where is justice?

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