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The world a canvas, splashed with varying hues,

Each shade a viewpoint, held with strong reviews.

I see your colors, understand their blend,

Yet mine remain, a truth I will defend.

Am I wrong to differ, to stand on solid ground?

Can I declare you wrong, without a single sound

Of empathy or bridge to meet halfway?

Perhaps the judging heart is led astray.

My roots run deep, beliefs I hold so dear,

And to those tenets, I will persevere.

But difference needn’t breed a bitter scorn,

No reason to despise the day you were born.

We need not clasp hands, nor share a common meal,

No forced affection, nothing to conceal.

Let respect blossom, a fragile, tender shoot,

Acknowledging worth, though standing far apart, to boot.

It would be pleasant, a harmony so sweet,

If melodies of thought could gently meet.

But friction’s fire often flares and burns,

And bridges crumble where contention earns.

So let the arguments fade into the air,

Let’s seek the echoes of the things we share.

For in the weave of human tapestry,

There’s room enough for you, and room for me.

We may not sing the same, nor dance the self-same jig,

But in this crowded world, we’re standing on the rig.

So let us coexist, and find a common grace,

And build a better world, in this divided space.