Skin deep, there’s more than what we see. I agree. For I have been in a lot of situations where first impression always seem to be incorrect. We cannot appropriately critic a book without reading it first. Outward appearances always get to us. We cannot avoid having those jumbled thoughts when we based someone on appearances alone. They may appear like so but, deep inside, completely opposite of what we thought them to be.
They are not different. They never were. They are just human beings, born with a different blood in them and that alone should not be a reason to discriminate them, to bully them, to let them think that they are someone who is inferior to the rest of the world. It is definitely a misconduct to let someone think that they are not important to the world. To make them think that they are less when they are more.
Discrimination is everywhere. Be it the streets, the cafeteria, the school, the mall, there is always that someone who deep inside is hurting because of the wrongdoing of others. These others are hurting them, without even thinking. Inappropriate words and actions are made just to have the entertainment of having to see someone crumbling down to the ground, painful tears rolling down their cheeks, and having to wish that they die.
(Source: http://williamsinstitute.law.ucla.edu/headlines/research-on-lgbt-workplace-protections/)
Everyone dreams of that one person that will accept them wholeheartedly. It may be your future husband, your best friend, your lover at the moment, we all have that one longing. Imagine what would the bullied ones feels when they drowned in the reality that no one would ever accept them? Just because of one small thing like a different race, just because of having a dark than usual skin. That really hurts. It is ridiculously painful.
Let’s make them feel wanted. Make them feel what love and acceptance is. They are not different from who we are. They are still humans. And they are capable of having mixed feelings and emotions. Let’s turned those frowns to smiles, turned those tears of pain to tears of joy. Let’s accept them. They are not different, they never were.
Mardonney Arcenas
