So painful when we misunderstand each other.
Different ways of seeing things;
We grew up in different worlds.
I’d like to listen to your pain,
But it hurts too much
To add another pain to my own.
Education helps –
Exposed to different perspectives.
But can I keep my identity
And still cherish yours?
I used to think that
When we disagreed,
You didn’t love me.
Are you a liberal or conservative?
I’ve decided that I’m a libative.
There is One who knows all our pain —
Yours and mine –
But do we know His?