Photo by Jose A. Silva

Friends. You and I can become friends with someone who lives in the other side, the division, el arroyo, the bloody lines made with hands who don’t want to be divided by a light of power. Yo vi el  human not a specific color, neither a label, I saw you –a person who lucha  against what is wrong. I know, yo sè, before we went though our hardships and struggle with our locked hands, we had and we still have, so much in common, and I believe you see it too, like the colors on our flags and the mountains we shared (hidden from the outside world and the big screams in Time Square). We can’t put together with a glue used in elementary school the splits pieces of  lands (Tierra), it’s too complicated, but something better can happen– mutual understanding, undressing the fake labels, and give space not to a “person of color,” but to a human, un humano, como tú y yo.  My friend, mi amigo, he’s Haitian, and  I see el viento de alegria and peaceful revolution in his words, it’s a bother and a human también. I wish the world can see it, as I do.