I don't understand.
Why are we different?
We all can cry,
we all can smile.
I look at my hands.
Pale, smooth and a fine color of peach.
I look at his hands.
His hands are darker than mine.
His are a soft shade of brown.
Still smooth, still hands.
Too bad the world isn't color blind.
Then we would all be the same.
And there would be no racism.
And the word "different" wouldn't be used
to describe people.
We would look the same, talk the same,
be the same.
I don't understand.


Megan [last name]

Copyright ©2004 Megan [last name]

Sorry! I'm paranoid... lmao


So many tears, so many people,
hurt and killed by our country.
Innocence, peace but poverty,
rules this war stricken land we call "Saddam's Land".
The innocence, peace, killed by the leader.
Who is this leader?
A man some know as a great person
Some know him as someone to look up to
Some like him, some hate him.
He ruined lives, homes, families.
But so did we.
Bombing and killing innocent people
wrecking small but well-kept homes, destroying all they had.
Some of our own, even perished in the country.
But we kept fighting. There's no stopping us.
We are born to fight, born to win.
We are a country that cannot lose.
If we lose, we are looked down upon, frowned upon.
That's all we need. To stop, make peace, not destroy it.
Let peace lead the way. Not the Americans.


Megan

Copyright ©2004 Megan