What makes us different?
Our religion? Our skin?
When the sun sets,
Aren't we all just men?
We all make mistakes
Greed was simply one
Our fight is almost over
We are nearly done
You fight for your rights
Your freedom of speech
To sit where you want
It's just out of reach
But I'm just one person
In a world that's so mean
How could I change,
What always has been?
YOU ARE READING
Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoetryThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
