Why are people mean? I wear purple, you wear green. But you make fun of me, anyway.
Why are people mean? I’m a girl, you’re a guy. But that gets in friendship’s way.
Why are people mean? I’m black, you’re white. But that shouldn’t matter to you, by the way.
Why are people mean? I’m gay, you’re straight. But you tell rumours right away.
You the bully, me the victim.
Will you stop if I disappear? Or will you just keep going? Find someone new?
And why don’t I make fun of you? You always hurt my feelings, but why don’t I do the same to you?
We’re different. But also the same.
We’re both human.
We’re both here.
So, why don’t we make do?
Now will you be my friend?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem