Unique Poem by Oliver Anderson

Different is a word,
That I hope the world,
Won't remember,
Next December
You and I,
We're all the same,
There's no shame,
We're all unique in our own different ways,
There's a time,
Always a time,
Wondering where you lay,
On that peice of ground.
People just like you get pound,
Beat, yelled at and out in the ground.
People just like you,
Unique in their own ways,
But pass that, aren't we all the same?
No matter their traditions, race, and background we're all the same.
In our unique little ways.
So ask yourself why them and not us?
Aren't we all the same past the skin.
So why them? Not us.
But why not we?