but… we are not equal.
we are not the same
we are not all brown hair blue eyes
we do not look the same
feel the same
act the same
but we are all humans.
we all cry. and break.
and make mistakes.
because we are human
and that’s part of our genetic code.
does it matter, how we look?
some say it means nothing
some say it means everything
it means something, i think
but not the world, and not nothing at all
it means your identity
something you can love
the similarities in us are overwhelming
0.0000000001 percent difference in us
that makes us fight
against each other,
against something that is almost ourselves
why can’t we just all hold hands?
why couldn’t the world just be okay?
why couldn’t some people see another way?
it’s just the world, i suppose
we’re not perfect, and we never will be
[it’s part of being human, after all]
we are still alike.
we are still all the same in so many different ways
and we could be okay.