Aren’t we all the same?
Or is it because of the
color of my skin?
Is it because I don’t look
the same as you?
Is it because I am not
from the same surroundings
you grew up in?
How long will it take
for you to look at me no
different then you look
I want to be able to look
at you without you looking
back at me with grief and rudeness.
We need to stop the madness
and come together to make
everyone feel the same when we
look at each other.
We need to come to an agreement
that being treated unfairly and looked
at differently isn’t the right way to go.
I believe by sometime in life that
we will have a great world where
people aren’t made fun of for
how they look, or for the color of their skin.
I think there will be a time where people will
naturally look at everyone the same but the madness
needs to come to an end.
Inspired by Amanda Gorman’s “Won’t You be my sister” Poem