Rasist school

I heard them as if they were saying something. Yet I could not understand what it was, for the ears to hear were tightly shut, imprisoned deep beneath the ocean floor. But why is it that they do not notice this? Is it because words cannot be understood? Or is it because the eyes are blocking what should truly be seen?

When we come to realize it, we may at times grow angry, weep, tremble in fear, and lose our composure. Yet when we discover that it is something we can truly believe in something we have long desired as though our very hands were reaching out from our throats that fear will turn into joy. Like an infant reaching out to touch something it has never seen before.