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The Never Ending Battle


Black or White,

Both have a great sight.

Everything in between, 

also have unique beauty.

Small or tall.

Young and old.

Everybody should be told,

that you are perfect, just the way they are.

It does not matter if you were born in the USA or from a country a far.

That person might have a different skin tone,

But all would still called this world, "their home." 

Whether you are a Man, Woman and someone who don't identify with those genders.

From the person who never committed a crime to the repeat offender.

We still human,

Whether your whole life you always been called, "cute."

Or you have been the person just by their looks, no one wanna pursuit.

We still human.

Regardless on how life has been.

We are all one-of-a-kind.

Ain't that 'true-man,'

We all have a piece of mind, that we find that we try to remind ourselves what makes us shine.

Some might need more time then others to think, so they may need to sit back and unwind.

Sometimes we think to much on what makes us differnt from the next guy,

And I sit here and ask myself, "why?"

We are all really the same.

We all have a name, we all have felt shame.

We need to change on how we think,

Together we rise, Separately we sink.

The battle for equality must go on endlessly.

It is a part of the universal warfare between right and wrong.

In this world, equality should belong.

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