Bridges

The poem I read in class today hit home for me, as well as for the rest of my group. The poem was about being  a bridge between different people of race, background, gender, and attitude. You talk with these people about things that may not agree with the other people. It becomes difficult to manage all of these different attitudes when around different people. I face something like this with my own friends. The only way friends from school know friends at home is through me. Sometimes they get along, sometimes not. It becomes difficult to bridge these two lifestyles and manage them efficiently, it can become sickening. When an argument does break out, it is tough to take sides, and you feel like you have failed at being that bridge which is a terrible feeling. This has been shown in a more extreme manner in the poem read in class. There are bigger issues out there than just friends, like being a bridge between a mother and father, or having black and white friends.