I do not see the world as you!

Boxed inside,

I tell you this today,

And probably a hundred more times,

I am me and not you!

I am different than you!

I see you nod and process the facts that I jotted,

Yet you call and say,

Not today, not you.

I scream, I shout,

I remain silent and ignore you throughout,

Yet you do not seem to comprehend,

I do not see the world as you,

I do not know the world as you.

Don't merge the concepts of you and me,

We are like geography and history,

They are different in subject matter,

But intertwined together,

They are individuals with identities,

But when read with help of other,

The knowledge that it imparts is larger than one or the other.

I respect the words,

That you say or write,

I respect the ideas and thoughts sometimes,

Opinions are yours to form,

I have my principles to follow.

So I repeat today and probably forever,

I do not see the world as you,

But I hope you see some day,

As I see it today,

A simple world,

Defined by a simple word,

"Ubuntu".

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