Some may be born

With mutated form,

Short, tall, skinny, pudgy,

The color of our skin varies

Along with color and length of hair

And which languages we speak

Which religion we are to follow

The different beliefs we lead

Each and every one of us

Has their own unique way

Of representing things

And their own interpretation

Of this life on this world.

But as far as this difference shall go,

The similarities among ourselves

Are numberless.

Why discriminate?

Rank ourselves by physical appearance?

Don’t we all feel, express,

Talk, read, or doing the simplest things

Such as existing on this world,

Together, in unison.

We are the same,

No matter the differences

That plague our world.

We are one world.