Do you remember, America, our first interactions? So glamorous you were, calling my name, when I was a little 5-year-old Siberian, to come witness the freedoms I was yet to indulge in. You looked so unique, when I first saw you from a tiny little electric box in our family kitchen.
You sounded like heaven, peaceful, a diverse cutie I so wanted to meet. I couldn’t wait to chat with you about everything, unafraid of any prejudice. I couldn’t wait to make friends with ALL of your children, to dance under your rainbows, and sing a million songs in a million languages in one united voice, praising Earth’s generosity, all blossoming differently under one sun.
America, dearest. Under one sun. America, dearest. Today, I’m holding your trembling hand, your fear runs so deep. America, dearest, soon there will be no tears left to cry. You have given us so much, there isn’t enough time to appreciate your every kindness. But today, your big beautiful eyes witness wars, yet seek compassion and acceptance between all your children.
How can I help? How can each one of us help?
Compassion. Kind heart. Vote. -khrystyana Also producer/art Director me, photo by @icaro_90 #unity#togetherness#oneworld#compassion#oneheart#onesun#acceptance#diversity#inclusion#friendships#truelove#mindfullness#worldpeace#family#kindness#therealcatwalk