Different doesn’t mean Better

Just because we are different in so many ways doesn't mean you are better in anyway.
Different is good, you say you accept our difference and yet you work to change me, you strive to see me be like you.
You want me to act like you do, do what you do, how then will that be celebrating difference?
If you say you agree with diversity yet you constantly remind me that I am inferior and you are superior.
That your ways are better than mine.
That you are first class and I and second.
Is being different accepted by you?
You want me to accept the difference but you do not accept the difference.
You say it in different languages, different styles you call yourself developed and I am developing.
You call yourself rich and I am poor.
Your standard of living High and mine low.
Your quality high and mine low.
You always think your way is right and my way is wrong.
Just because you/we are different doesn’t mean your way is better.

Being different means we work together impact each other, focusing on the similarities we have because those seem to be the core of life.
Regardless of the differences, our small veins in the eye is the same.
Regardless of the differences blood is red. We all have blood running through our bodies and veins.
We all have a heart that beats and pumps that blood.
We all enjoy a good meal and laughter soothes our souls
We all visit the toilet and find rest after using it.
How about we focus on the similarities and not the differences.
The similarities are eternal, they never change. The differences are external and very temporary prone to change Anytime.

HEART IMPLANT "SURGERY"

Roses are bound to bloom and fade. Regardless of the circumstances, a rose never revokes it's beauty.
Sometimes pain hurts so much we blame others. I choose to go through the pain and blame nobody. It is my cross to carry, my cup to bear. A replacement for what wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.

There are many things people never want to talk about yet they are core issues that affect their lives in very many different ways. I am a "testimony"  not quite sure what that means but my heart bore different aspects of hatred either caused by the community I like in, what I was taught in school, what I saw or heard from different people. I created a "place of hate"  in my heart.
We can lie to everyone else but we can not lie to ourselves. I say this because I know and I have been there.
Words like "men are dogs", "men control women "and many others I heard made me detest and resent men.
Studying African nationalism in school brought out the beast in me the hate for white people.
These two elements were part of me that I often talked about but not quite however, action speaks louder than words, I acted it out clearly and there are people who are nodding to this because they tasted the wrath that came out of me. I did lose friends because of this and boy ooh boy... I did not care one bit. Little did I know I was to be "cleansed"  it wasn't fun. IT WASN'T FUN AT ALL, but it was worth it.

Yes pain hurts most when your pride is being stepped on. I want to call the next part "SURGERY".
This was a heart in plant.
Two in one.... Serious surgery.
We meet people all the time, very many people as a matter of fact yet we get connected with some and for some it goes beyond a connection as if you were ment to meet.
You do not plan to meet them and if possible you  try to fight all odds of having to meet them. Then when you Meet them they are the exact opposite of what you ever what to see yet you desire to touch them, hug them, hold their hands and the desire is so strong, yes very strong, who can explain these desires? As if to complete  apiece of story that was missing.
Ooh how I fought with every cell, vessels and muscle within him. The feeling in my heart. Vulnerable, weak yet happy for what was standing before me what what I had never ever wanted yet that which I never ever wanted a combination of Man and White had caught my eye and heart.
I was paralysed and weak. I was speechless, I became mad and angry but I was on the Surgery table. There was an in plant going on switching my hard heart of hatred to another unfamiliar heart of love. These two were too strong for me so I "died"  become numb. Surrendered myself to the works of the surgeon. I was like a zombie nobody understood me and neither did I understand myself. I allowed the new heart implant to love not sure I would be Loved back but that wasn't what this new heart was for, it's duty was to love and for some reason she felt loved back.
I got out of the Surgery new, different and healed, my pride lost and gone. The surgery took a really long time.
After the Surgery the person had to go and leave as if to test how firm my heart would be and yes it hurt that I had lost him but it made sense to me why I had me him. He was the right ingredient the surgeon needed to give me a new heart.
My heart has opened. Wide open with passion taking in whatever and whoever came my way just as they are without hesitation. It seems strange and yet true. After meeting so many people the natural reaction usually is to close up to protect myself and  here I am open wide can't close this new heart. Feels like freedom, feels like life with no hesitations or apologies, life lived without fear without holding back knowing maybe this could be the last time I would be seeing these people loving them recklessly.

The new heart implant wasn't my decision. All humans are part of a story that's only told by the story teller. The story teller is Passionate about his story and I hope we all realize that his story has a lot to do with "SURGERY".  HEART IMPLANT.