I look out the window and what do I see different people looking at me
black, and white, and yellow, and brown
they were all looking at me
starting at me as if they were looking through glass
as i see none of them are talking to each other
Is it their race or there color or is it because they are different
they all are in groups of one color they dont have any different friends
if our world were like that we would all be the same
lets spread apart and make new friends
lets make a white and a brown and a yellow and a black friend
because it is ok to have different friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem