• Look at me.

    I ask you, how many times have you shot a glare, cocky and sure of yourself, in my direction? Do you even know me? What is it that makes you hate me so?

    Look at me.

    Maybe you'll finally be able to see that there's something here, that there's a person in this fading shell. Every time you talk to me, in that condescending tone, I think to myself, "What if she would just consider me, for a moment? Would she finally understand what I go through? Would she realize that I'm exactly like her? Do we have the same likes and dislikes? Is that possible?"

    Look at me.

    Past the black and white, past the obvious differences, because there is someone looking out at you. I see virtually none of you, besides your outward hatreds, the racial divide. There is none. We are the same, human, put on this Earth for each our own purposes. Walking through life, living, breathing, hurting, and just trying to get by the best we can. It's not that I want you to like me, because I honestly couldn't care less. I just want you to

    look
    at
    me

    because if you learn to take this one step towards peace, some day, we can both learn to fly.