Humans by Cheyenne Brooks

We take up space, inconveniencing one another with our existence. All the sounds of impatience and exasperation can be heard: beeping, honking, and just plain noise. Time waits for no one; yet, we wait at lights so people can walk and others can drive. No one has a minute to spare for anyone else and our restlessness gets the best of us. Our being is someone else’s vexation, and whether or not we are aware, the majority of us do not care. We just make noise until the pain of other people’s presence passes. We like to be in charge of any and every situation. Imperialists at heart. We are astute and at times merciless; our abilities to manipulate people are astounding. We only care about our own advantage, and the notion of survival of the fittest is what some of us are forced to live by in order to get survive in this world. We are prejudice, and we like to believe we are superior in any way we can. Everyone loves America. We are great in so many ways: we are the smart ones, we are the rich ones, we are the superior ones. Aren’t we? This is someone’s idea of American pride; however, this is just pure ignorance. If you don’t speak English in America, you are stupid; you will always be lost, surrounded by people whom you can’t understand and who can’t understand you. Why don’t immigrants and other non-speakers learn the language instead of being lost all the time? When traveling to other countries, we are the foreigners. Why haven’t we learned the languages and customs of others? We are the ones who are lost, and stupid. Who is inferior now?