Since I have memories, my world runs around the beauty and perfection, at least used to, looking straight at an impair number was stressing and I tried to equilibrate every set of objects I touch… I lived for symmetry. This world I was born in, I wanted to change it somehow, looking in to the eyes of the people around me, made me wish for that… I was fooled. This is not a piece of dirt, a war territory, or a way to classify the social levels. This is my home, I am a child and the world is my playground, and nobody should be able to tell me where I can and cannot go, is my right for being born in this world. That is perfection. The only way to equilibrate this world symmetrically is to divide it by one, to break every door and erase every border.

The light I use to see in my brother’s eyes have being slowly fading, filling the emptiness with lust and hatred toward each other and even their own mother. I feel the obligation to save my home, my earth. Because humans are good by nature, but sometimes obligated to take the wrong way, fooled again. Humans aren’t born good or evil, they choose to do evil all by themselves, and they enjoy it. They devour the life of our mother for their own sake, to fill their bellies with gold and green, losing their own soul in the process. The blood in my veins boils as the blood of my mother dries, and I cry as I see her dirty tears drifting from her dusty eyes, “mom please don’t cry, how can I save you?” How can I save her? If a man by himself can only be different but not make a difference. But I am not alone; I know I have sisters and brothers who feel the way I do, I summon you, wherever you are stop hiding and let’s stand side by side, for if UNITED WE STAND, UNITED WE SHALL SUCCEED. Cause I don’t want to feel ashamed of being human anymore.