From the mobsters to the members
A hunter to a fur coat wearer;
A president and the people
Gaurds and peace seekers
Officers and rebels
Brown or yellow
White and black

What difference is there?
Are we not all in this together?
Breaking apart together?
Finding tiny joys to live for with one another?

Why is it so hard
to stop judging right from wrong?
To see the world in color
and be creative with out harm
harm to ourselves
and to those who are in this with us

no one is against us
only against themselves

still we choose to continue to defend ourselves
forgetting we are all people
experiencing the material body
fighting against illusions of image and standards
We are all here now

Still, why do we compare?
compete as if its fair?
what is fair?

We all want to be unique
and we are
but our 'uniqueness' must be worth more then "theirs"?

How does this make sense?
When its only taste is bare?

The separation and segregation
they say to compete is to grow
I say to support is to know
Support what is good
which is as broad as life.

Comparing seems to me
as an equal to shaming
is it not?
Or is it something only I have had to fought?