Change

It's easy to change the landscape of the land.

We've changed forests into broken treaties

and mountains into broken freeways

We've destroyed empires and created countries.

We've destroyed nations and created chaos. 

 

For too long we have been focused on changing the physical world. 

Now we must change the way we think. 

We must change the fact that I cannot walk to my car alone at night with out one hand on my pocket knife. 

We must change the idea that one person is more unique than the other

that one skin color is more preferable 

or that some body parts entitle one to certain perks and prejudices. 

We must change the idea that the world is black and white

or even gray. 

We must accept the fact that that the world has infinite shades of infinite colors;

colors that We don't even know exsist yet. 

 

If We do not, I fear for the future. 

Change is not fear. 

Change is progress.

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