This experience is so far away
from anything I've ever called home.
our lives are worlds apart
yet it seems that we could touch...
How can beauty be masked by such pain?
what if we noticed the beauty
that wasn't pretty everyday?
the beauty thatlives in this culture
day in and out...
that we deem a waste of our time.
how do we see this part of society
and love it
pretending that we have
not been taught to
ignore it all...
how do we model Jesus
here in this place?

this is our culture and
the real problem here
is how we refuse
them the one thing
they so desperatly
want from us

ac - 2205


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