The Musings of Your Average Black Poet

A Little Assonance Poem

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