If I had a nickel for every single time I've tried to cla**ify the populace around me with a word, or a catchy phrase, I could quit my job for good and play Nintendo until my fingers ached. Am I an idiot, too lazy to think twice? I point the finger, but I can't take my own advice. I put a name on something and ever since, I've made an art of building my counterfeit intelligence. Seemingly to me, I am straightening a world of cluttered thoughts and a debris inside my head, but I think instead of prejudiced and I give people names to make me feel safe. How does it feel what does it take to make me understand? If I could only walk a mile in the shoes of another man. If I could look out through his eyes and know what it means to bleed the same red blood that I do. What is economic status, and tell me what is race? who decides to Cla**ified taxonomy of grace? If one man gets less that another is it true, that he is all that different, that he is less than you?