Same sticks  
same stones
same feathers
All had to tread through the lands and the weather
Shedding blood, wept tears
struggled or thrive through the years  
been the victim hero villain
Sacrifice we were willing
We gave up  
We gave in  
Spoke to win  
Spoke to sin
Breathe in love  
Breathe with kin  
Now in rhythm with the wind
Spared no one  
Shown mercy
Blessed the verses
That I’m cursing
Silent as the moment seems to worsen  Screaming in the darkness while no one listens
Sun shines and the heart likes to glisten Speak out and empower the voice of the children
Shine and fade the same as a fire does in a firmament
Last forever and endure the way change embodies permanence  
Cancel out Amplify
Counter, redirect and guide
Discern and live within the wise

My Self is rooted in a larger city than mine.
My Self is rooted in male comradery.
My Self falls into a group. The group isn't universal for all my traits though.
Thus comradery isn't a universal attribute in this sense.
However, if I feel I need comradery, and I'm not in familiar surroundings, I can shift to a reality of the oneness of humanity, where all share the same home.

I am the power of literacy,
The power of the written word,
The power of the tongue.
I am not the color of my skin, but the content of my mind.

I prefer silence to news.
I prefer to vote for the party of lesser evil than write-ins.
I prefer religion to politics.
I prefer oneness to distinction.
I prefer coffee to alcohol.
I prefer cigarettes to refer.
I prefer nutmeg to LSD.
If I could give all these up except one, I would prefer oneness.

Angry?
Frightened?
Sad
And alone?
Sleeping on benches?
We are one home
More central than one soul.
For a soul requires a 💓.
More than one person,
One home.

I am ******
I am ****
Because I am you
And you are me.
We are one.