Why do we treat
Others so badly
So differently?
Why can't we all get along?
Do we have dark souls?
We treat others so
Badly because we think
We need to pick on others
Just to feel better about
Ourselves
Black, white, mexican, asian
It doesn't matter what
Race you are, your perfect
Lesbian, gay, bi, trans, straight
It doesn't matter what's
Your sexuality, your
Perfect just by being you
You may know my name,
My appearance, but you will never
Know my story
We are all the same
Big or small
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is my first "story". This is for my own pleasure so please no hatred, but i will love to hear what y'all have to say. Thank you for reading. :-)
