This is how I feel, friends. You are good enough friends of mine that I know we can share our opinions like normal people. This Family we are all in cannot exist without diversity.

How do I feel about the way things have went?

The way that my country has not made a dent

In the last century, all the pain, misery,

In the lives of the people who are darker than we.

How do I feel about people today?

Thinking and acting in ways most astray,

Thinking babes dead even though they’re alive,

Killing them, killing them! They might have had lives!

How do I feel about the thoughts that I think?

The horrible things that I’ve done just won’t sink

Down to the depths of my mind, nay, they float!

Up to the surface to pull me under the boat!

How do I feel about life in this world,

The atrocious behavior of men, boys, and girls?

The beauty of life in despicable places,

In every good thing is one of God’s faces,

So how do I feel about living a life

Full of love, full of hatred, full of darkness and light?

How do I cope with my world and my self?

And most of all,

Can I be any help?