My class is all different,
Nobody is quite the same.
Some kids are tall like Adam,
Or short like Alexandria.
Kids are black like Ebony.
Others are white like David.
And some kids are like Damian,
Not quite white or black, but just in the middle.

Everyone might be different
But what’s a world without variety?
My class is different but we all can be friends
Because it doesn’t matter what race you are.
You should be kind to everyone.

UNITY

Unite the people,

Nationwide to appreciate,

Individuals for being who they are.

To judge who they are by their hearts not their skin.

You should show kindness to everyone!

We are all the same,
The only ones to blame
are those who hate and discriminate.

You may have heard the stereotype
that Asians are all the same.
That is not true.
We are all made of different genetic DNA.
No matter your complexion, religion, 
handicap or heritage,
We are all the same on the inside.

Does it matter who we are
To say we can’t be friends because
we are different colors?
We are children.
We are adults.
We are not God.
It does not matter who your friends are
as long as they are good ones.
Can they be orange, blue, pink, red,
white, brown, black, or even yellow?
If someone was purple would you be
their friend?
Does it matter?.

Race Unity Rally such a wonderful day, for you and 
me to show our cultures in our own special ways.

So in this building you can find many beautiful faces, 
With smiles and a lot of different races.

It is so good to see everybody one, and I enjoy seeing
Everybody have fun.

God is one.
Humanity is one.
Mankind is one.
Religion is one.

America, the “Salad Bowl” of the World.

I am an American.  I am also a Roman Catholic, Syrian Christian, from the state of Kerala from southern India.
I was born in India but grew up in Great Britain and later migrated to USA.  I am part of the American salad.

I learned to play football in England.  David Beckam was my hero there.  I loved to eat fish and chips in the UK.
I moved to America in 2003 and started playing basketball and baseball for the first time.  I was pleased when I
was honored as the most valuable player in baseball two years after my arrival. I am currently in the school
basketball team.  Michael Jordan is my hero now.  Football became soccer here, but I continued to play it here.
My British accent is still there, though I speak in American accent too.  I speak Malayalam at  home.
Sometimes I speak English with an Indian accent at home.  My mother cooks spicy Indian dishes for me.
I like hamburger too.  I go for English mass at St. Agnes.  Rarely do I go for a Malayalam mass in Chicago.
I speak to my grandmother in India in Malayalam mixed with Americanized English.  I represent a part of the
American salad.  America provides me with the elements to grow.  I return my talents and productivity back to America.
I love America.  It accepts me the way I am. America is truly a salad bowl, where each person with his distinct
ethnicity and talent adds spice to the great American dream.

What the Martyrs Tell Us

I heard of a man who had a dream.  I heard he
got shot.  Just like that other guy
who said peace is as old as the hills.

Martyrs.  They die because of what they said and what
they did, but we die each day by what we don’t say and do.

Every man who doesn’t speak is the only man who really dies. ..
for injustice anywhere is injustice everywhere.

Speak up.  Let your light so shine.

Remember the man who was crucified;
he said as I have loved you, love one another.

To die is nothing when we love, when we speak, when we dream.

Let us stand together, let us live together and, if it
so be, let us die together.

If we die, we die with countless others who fought
for a better world, and if we live, we live knowing that

someday, I don’t know when, but someday, that dream, that peace, that love
of which the Martyrs tell us can be ours.