Poem "Difference"

Look around yourself and tell me what is there.
Who is around you? Observe them but don't stare.
Do you see in colors, or do you see the people within?
Do you judge or do you let your eyes see under the skin?
Do you let yourself be averted by someone of another race?
Have you ever let yourself fall victim to this bad taste?
For what really makes you different from them in the end?
You just look at them and walk away, what have you learned then?
You haven't learned a thing, too biased by prejudice.
Would it really hurt you to keep an open mind? Ever ask yourself this?
You wouldn't know who they are, you aren't inside their head.
You don't know their thoughts, or what kind of life they've led.
For if we were all of the same color, would anyone behave differently?
Or would we still be the same as we are currently?
No matter who we are on the outside, it's the spirit inside that defines.
And a spirit cannot be caged in the body, so why do we draw these lines?
What is the price of seeing what is outside the mind and soul?
Why do we treat each other differently, for don't we all have the same goal?
Do we not want to succeed in life? To make ourselves the best we can?
And yet we drag ourselves down by differentiating between colors of man.
For what truly makes us different? We should hang our heads in shame.
For each of us is unique, and that is what makes us all the same.

From the mind of Vincent Phillips to you.