While living in the USA, the melting pot of the present world I wondered how would it be to marry a women of another…

In hunger and protest I sit,

As the pain continues and its sibling hopelessness follows,

I wish to continue as it knocks another door,

I wish I could capture the flow of my thought and put them into words for the world to know that I have a soul.

I wish people could perceive the ache caused by the unwise words for they do not see me as a being with a soul.