I know we started in different places in life.
I know you may or may not have grown up with a warm bed to sleep in every night.
I know you didn’t have a choice in what experiences your childhood gave you or who it was that raised you.
I empathize with your frustration of people not understanding your past,
but still judging you on it.
I imagine we experience very different injustices,
though we strive for the same type of happiness regardless.
I won’t pretend to understand your pain in the way you feel it,
but I will tell you that I certainly feel a part of your pain.
My hope for you and I is to gain compassion with every disappointment;
To understand there is no sense in placing blame.
My hope is regardless of where we started,
we are dedicated to finding a better way.
To exchange our guns for deep conversations;
To connect to others heart’s, not skin tone variations;
To have gratitude for our difference in beliefs;
To find beauty in how we grow from our differences.
My hope is we realize that our past has guided us but our free will defines us.
So despite wherever it was that we both started,
my hope is we always agree to meet half way.
With tremendous love,