We're No Different, Brother Poem by Desmond Y. Eklu

I'm the failure you dread
My head bowed in your words
My words of no regard
Oh, my sight you curse

We're no different, brother
You just haven't been me
But that should not be your bother
Oh, your sight they'll curse

But still, I rise, and so will you
From the ashes of our failures, anew
For in the darkness, there's a spark
A chance to learn, to grow, to embark

On a journey of self-discovery and grace
Where our flaws become the stepping stones to a better place
Where our sights are no longer cursed, but blessed
With the wisdom to see, to heal, to progress

So let us embrace our failures, brother
And find the strength to face another
Day, another chance, another life
To make amends, to thrive, to rise above the strife