My small world

I stand before a wall that we made in our minds. We built with our hands, all our shared will, and years of repeating the same wrong story. We forgot we're the same seed and need the same water. Instead, we tilled sour hate and harvested empty resentment. You're so foreign to me! We forgot that not so long ago we held hands and ate a meal together. Where we shared stories and praised our gifts around the same fire. We scream foul, and we spit worst. We raise our fists, shove, push, and stomp around like we don't swim in the same primordial pond. We forgot we shared the same womb. We forgot about Mother. Shed your skin, filter your ideas, and forget what you heard. We should be holding hands in this small world. Because once it's hurt, neither you nor I will be here to tell the story of where we all came from and how we shared it all.