…’. When I look at a person, I do not look at the color of their skin or the contents of their wallet, I look at the scars they have been hiding in plain sight from the battles they have won behind closed doors, that no one knows about. I see the longings of their heart. I see the efforts they make to ‘belong’ in society, I see them w…’. When I look at a person, I do not look at the color of their skin or the contents of their wallet, I look at the scars they have been hiding in plain sight from the battles they have won behind closed doors, that no one knows about. I see the longings of their heart. I see the efforts they make to ‘belong’ in society, I see them w…