Our differences aren’t really differences but unique pieces of the same puzzle.
Scattered beads trip feet,
For its so hard to understand
A lone voice with its own story;
Stands meek until it gathers a band.
It’s in earnest, it matters
But it might go unheard
For differences have taken over
And boundaries are urged.
A million voices reside,
Diverse and not distinct;
rivalling to be the loudest
Rather than binding a choir.
Doesn’t it sound so charming
When polar voices sing harmonious
Contrasting, not contradicting
Amity sounds melodious.
Our sprouts appear divergent
And not so dearly they remember
Their concerted genesis
Hidden beneath the blue moon’s slumber.