A perfect monologue on diversity. On my morning walk I talk to, and look at, everyone I encounter. Some speak, some avoid my gaze. THIS is why I do it. I just do not have the wise words of Colleen to explain.
Sometimes I find myself staring at…you.
In our differences I find something to look at. To ask questions about. To be intrigued about.
Is it rude? To be intrigued? To see and notice our differences?
Is it considered discrimination if I recognize that you don’t look like I do? Or act like I do? Or think like I do?
Should I be ashamed that because you are different than I am, I want to look, see, learn and understand. And appreciate.
Will your skin color make me look at you? Maybe.
Will piercings in your face make me look at you? Maybe.
Will the shape of your eyes make me look at you? Maybe.
Will your age make me look at you? Maybe.
Will the people you are with make me look at you? Maybe.
Will the clothing you wear make me look at you? Maybe.
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