A Poem by Karla Ivette Martinez

Why are we so persistent to label what we are?

We have forgotten to stop for a moment and remember who we are.

We are humans, that is our race.

The color that should matter to us, is red, the blood that runs through our veins, even when from the outside, we look 


Believe in the good, not really caring what religion we practice, in the end, we all want the good.

Yes, we are different, because we are unique. Every single soul is unique, some have lost their path but in the end, we forget that we all come and go to the same places.

Why do we judge the people we can’t change, why can’t we just accept and be glad that is we don’t have to go through their same pain?

We are humans, we are alive, we feel, we love, we cry and bleed, believe. 

In the end, we only look different, but we are the same.

Why are we so blind?

© 2017 Karla Ivette Martinez

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Yes – why can’t we see …?

You have poetical posed the universal question asked over and over again. But alas, we never seem to learn from our mistakes.
One observation I would like to point out; instead of a comma after a long sentence just create another line in the stanza. I believe this would add more emphasise to the subject matter.

We are humans
That is our race.

The colour that should matter to us is red
The blood that runs through our veins

Even when from the outside
We look different.

And so on ......!

Good work ...

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Added on February 24, 2017
Last Updated on February 24, 2017
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Karla Ivette Martinez
Karla Ivette Martinez

Rockville, MD

I love to write stories that people would like more..