From a young age we are told
"we are all the same."
For if your not,
they look down in shame
As if we are all different copy's of the same old books
For your looks is considered weird,
And unwanted
till this day you are always taunted

If there was a way; we say,
I would have wanted to be the same
For my red hair and freckles
Have me named "Red flame"
And It seems as if I'm the one to blame
For I am all alone,
just because I have an identity if my own?

I ask myself, why do they pick?
throw sticks and bricks,
For their quick to be the judger,
But they lack to discover
that if we're all a book,
Why don't people give the story a look?
For if we tried Getting to know each other
we just might grow fond of one another
And might decide,
That we like the persons inside
For we would all stand side by side
worldwide