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I am a blood drop.

June 25, 2011

I am a blood drop surrounded by an ocean of flooding water. My colour fades away amongst cries, waves, and the passing time.

My blood is different from others it seems. It fails to attract people’s attention. Whether I look different to others, or whether they perceive me as being different, the truth is that i dont disturb.

I wish that statement was just a mere perception. A statement said aloud in pain, with no facts to support it. But the more i try to convince myself that i am like others, the more history reminds me that i am not.

I have accepted the fact i guess. There are others people whoose blood is more valuable. Those blood drops generate more concern, more help, more sympathy. In other words, they attract living beings to avoid more deaths.

When i think about myself, a mere blood drop, having the same red colour as others, the same physiological needs , i wonder why i always fail when all other succeed. When i ponder on it a bit more, i always end up thinking that i am not the one who should be answering this question, rather it is those who see me as beeing different who should speak up and say what differences hurt them.

In august 1963, Marthin luther king made a famous speech in wich he said : “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character”

Today, 47 years later, a mere blood drop shed amongst flooding water, I have a dream too. I have a dream that one day I wont be ignored like I have been so far. That one day, the value of one’s blood wont be made according to the continent they live in, or the faith they follow.

I am a mere blood drop, fading away amognst flooding water. I cry but i fail to attract people’s attention. I die, and i fail to see my dreams realization. This is the ultimate truth of my life. And whether you want it or not, you are a part of it. Why ? Because you were alive and could have helped me. When every hope was lost, you could have saved me.

Dedicated to the 14 million people who had a dream.

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