Racism, descrimination, hate
They all have different names
But they all mean the same damn thing
"You are not like me"
I see a different color
A different creed
A different lover

However
What room do I have to judge?
What place is it of yours to tell me what to say?
Who to love?
Where to stay?
Is the color of my skin or your skin all that can be seen?

I love you
Your are my brother
You are my sister
You could have been my mother or my father
Were the fates to think that was better

We share this world
It is yours and mine to behold
To have and to love
This is the world we make it
Are you happy with it?