Two worlds

I sit here on a plane from Providence to Denver pondering on why the world has gotten so ugly and it feels like I traveled to a world so distant yet seems so close. I started following politics at the age of nine which was eleven years ago. In those nine years I have saw the first black president in the history of our country, and I also saw gay marriage become legal which was outlawed for many years. One of the greatest and most important things I saw was the hate that is sowed within our society, the hate for people who are different from “them”, the hate that makes people scared to be who they are and the hate that makes people have anxiety of others. We can sit here and say the world is a beautiful place which I do agree at times it definitely is, and where we can all go hold hands and skip in a bed of red roses, but that is not the world we live in. Their is beauty in the ugly and we as a collective must sow the fear, hate and anxieties before we all feel that pursuit of happiness we were all promised.

How did we end up here? Well most people wouldn’t point the blame to one race, group or person, but here I am doing what I do best and that is opening my big mouth. We got here because we live in two different worlds, one world where people are free to be who they are without any limitations. This is the world I thought we were headed towards, but sadly I was wrong. I was wrong in the sense that I thought their was good in all people, but if you take back the layers you see people who have hate embedded in their DNA and the only way that hate is going to ever subside our great earth is by teaching people about love, acceptance, and tolerance for all who look and act different then you and to not group one persons actions to all the people in that group.

I woke up oneway and I saw the reality of the world I thought was becoming that utopia. The other world was my reality being where you have to conform to what people tell you to be, you are their shell that must obey to what their eyes accept. You are who they want you to be, a robot that is confined to those programmed ways. You must believe in what I say, and act a certain way or we will deem you weird and out of the ordinary. You are not one of us if you break free from the shackles we put you in. 

“God. Believe in god. You are a sinner. God hates you. You are going to hell. I’d rather have my own son dead then to be different from me.” 

These are the words that I think of when I think of this other world, and I replay them in my head because my entire life I have had these words thrown at me like dirty being splattered on a white wall that they said to never get dirty because that white wall looks better white.