I don't have your body
I don't have your mind
I dont have your perfect life
I take what I can find
I don't have your hope
I don't have your dreams
I may look like a dope
but for the differences, it seems
I  don't have your joy
I don't have your money
I don't have your prefect family
but, isn't it funny?
I don't dress like you
I don't laugh at the same things
I dont care for appearances
or the adulation it brings
But in between those differences
we are more alike than we try
We both lay down at night
with an audible sigh
We say our prayers
to our own chosen Deity
then most often,
we cry
we are not so different
You and I
*you see?