What makes humans the same
Is it our brains
Take our names
Thousands of Jim's, John's, and Jay's
Shake them and make them sound different
There is no right way to say a name
Pronunciations people would rather not ascertain
No, it's not our names that make us the same
We are the same because we are all born lame
We sustain the same pain
And we all wane the same
And the strain we put ourselves though
It's all the same
And as we lay in our graves
We realize
It's all the same
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The Musings of Your Average Black Poet
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