Spoken Word Poetry


1. Differences

     I’ve been told for years that we are all different, none of us the same, not even identical twins.  Just look around at the person sitting next to you, and see the differences; language, gender, race, color, tall, short, big, skinny, eye color, hair color, cat person, dog person, boy, girl, male, female, mother, father, sister, brother, catholic, methodist, christian, buddhist, straight, gay, bisexual, pansexual, teacher, NASA worker, doctor, every difference you could possibly see.  The deeper you look, the more realization we see to how different we really are.  But even so, there had to be something that connected us all together, something that was the same in all of us.  So I went on a journey to discover what made us the same.  

     It took me on a mission trip to the streets of Reno, Nevada, to the whales that swam in the shores of Juno, Alaska.  I traveled to the humbling memorials of Washington, D.C., and even looked back on my birthplace in China where sugarcane was sold as treats.  And still I searched.  I saw the family in the whales of Alaska, none were left behind.  The memorials of Washington showed me the sacrifice and humility people had given to protect all of us, including me.  And back in China, I saw the pain of mothers and fathers who had to leave their children because of laws and rules that cannot be broken.  

     In Reno, I saw castles made of boxes, seas and animals, homes and items, but most of all, I saw the people.  Their eyes told the story of a life that was far different then my own.  The pain behind them, but also the misleading, I saw the hurt, loss, and anger to what has come to be.  But I met one person deprived of a right to a family, home, education, and who lived with only a small red blanket, a black dog mix, and lived under a bridge.  And he said to me, “Do not feel sorry for me, child.  I am the happiest man alive.  Because I do not need everything to be happy.  My nothing brings me everything, and the richest man in the world could not posses what I have.  

     What I have is greater than the value of gold, silver, and even diamonds.  What I have is not a thing, not an object nor item.  It is the knowledge that everyone in my life is a blessing.  What I have is everlasting hope and unconditional love.”  So I realized then that my answer was around me the whole time.  The answer lay in the whales of the Alaskan seas, with the people of Reno, Nevada, with the parents without children in China, but most of all, it lay in my heart, an answer that I knew all along.  No matter who we are, no matter what we’ve been through or how broken we all are, we are all tied together by two of the greatest things in the world: Hope and Love.  

     In 1 Corinthians 13, it states many of the ideals of love, that love does not boast, it does not envy, and it will never fail.  But the last line of this chapter states, “And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love.  But the greatest of these is love.”  So now I challenge you, discover what you believe connects all of us together...whether you look to yourself to find it or not, well, really that’s up to you.

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