We're different; you and me.

Equal or unequal, we look to see,
then we judge other's with plea.

Many voices rise, both loud and soft.
Should we listen in times of wroht?

Or turn them off, never to be raised,
voice's at times, that should be praised.

Offen we hear, only that we want to be,
while others listen and are set free.

Some are slight, while others tall;
our physical bodies mean little at all.

Our skin tone is different, some say with glee;
are we so different you and me?

Bereft of sight, some will see.
For some sighted, this shall never be.

Many are in bondage, while others walk free.
Some dream of walking, others dance with glee.

Many are locked within their minds;
medicine perhaps, there fetters to unbind.

We don't look or act the same;
perhaps our DNA is to blame.

We are different; you and me,
which I believe sets us free.

Remember God only gives us a certain number of days, I don't plan on wasting the one I have left.

Until we talk again.

Mike