They're just like us.

How can you tell,

tell them they can't do well?

Why can't they feel accepted anywhere out side of their home?

All this discrimination caused by a single chromosome?

Why deprive someone of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,

because their mother drank while they were fetal and defenseless?

Their social skills are statistically better, even better than ours.

And they're capable of learning, they can go far.

We need more people that care, more people to teach,

more people to love, spead this messgae, preach.

All they need is someone with time and effort,

they're just like us, maybe even better.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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