what do you see in me that's so different and dangerous?
my skin is your skin
my blood is your blood.
we hope and we pray that our families will survive the night.
we open our eyes at the beauty that is
each and every
Brand New Day
and close them every evening to
Hasten the Arrival
of the next.
my heart pushes the same blood through my veins
your heart pushes through your veins.
we hold our truths to be self-evident.
we extend our arms to those we find dear to us.
but I reach a little father
but my arms spread a little wider
and yours don't reach me at all.