I have always felt things strongly. As I get older, I get so emotional over the littlest things, and my empathy seems to have gone into overdrive, like an overactive adrenal gland.

This has become one of my favorite songs. I feel the pain, the confusion, the deep sadness that the singer has two world, but neither wants to claim them. The isolation, the alienation, the lack of that feeling of connectedness we all crave - nay, need - quivers in the singer's voice and plays its chords in my soul.

It makes me cry, it makes me want to rage, it makes me want to shout and grab a racist by the throat and scream in his face "Why? Why the fuck can't you accept people?"

I just don't understand. We're all siblings. We're all just trying to do the same fucking thing: get by and make something decent out of this life we have. At least, most of us are, those of us with a fucking conscience. It seems to be a smaller and smaller proportion of people every fucking day.

To Teadshii and Jordin Sparks: I feel you, I love you, I value you for who you are, and I honor your pain and your struggle.

One world

One people

One love

One revolution.