I see you and you see me, it’s true
we can see each other’s point of view
My black and your white may paint us grey
but we’ll not let that poison the day
Open up and bleed, so exposing
slowly, ideas of one’s proposing
made to each other, so listen well
to the stories we’re designed to tell
Ending gracefully after a spell
Both forgiven at each hurdle fell
When let down, we’re sure to be gentle
Our broken hearts never judgmental
Suffering together, pain is shared
Gather and embrace so none left scared
Concrete actions for community
It’s true, I see you and you see me
Shared with dVerse OLN as I thought this one deserved a bit more loving.

I love what you did here – and yes, this poem certianly desseves a bit more loving!
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Thanks Kim 🙏
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Suffering together, pain is sharedGather and embrace so none left scared
This is a great poem and statement of truth and hope! Well done.
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Thank you very much 🙏
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You are welcome!
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This is such an evocative poem!
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Thank you 🙏
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I would prefer more grey in the world… it would be very soothing.
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Argumentative discourse seemed so much more gentle or forgiving in the past. These days everyone just wants to think that they are right.
Sometimes I feel ostracised (even by myself) by being grey, or a fence sitter. I just like to think that nothing is that clear (beyond a certain a morality) and why do I even have to make my mind up and then forever keep it closed.
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