Questions of Millions

Questions of millions, I can hear them in my head.

Unheard answers on a tiny single thread,

whispering injustice from a viewpoint that may stand

above the rest in equality, and religious love.

People surround me in all color, shape and form

and I can't help but wonder if I'm American anymore.

You're not welcome just because you

have a difference that you can only see on the

outside, because your shallow abilities hold you back.

I don't know these people, but it matters not to me, because we all

hold something dear: the voice of humanity.

So think again before you judge us, wait till you see us clear,

for we all stand to reason, and we all stand to live.