Oct 15
RainbowAura's picture

We the people

Our hearts fold into each other,
even if our hands don't.
We are the same.

We are all lost, broken people,
some poor, some rich,
some thieves, some honest;
our decisions affect how people see us,
yet we are the same.

We all look for a purpose,
for strength, 
for life.
We are the same.

We are all broken
and battered;
we all long to be new,
healed, healthy.
Some of us find it,
some never do,
but we are the same.

We may be painted
black, white, brown, or red,
yet inside we are all
green with inexperiance,
with growth,
with longing for the sky.

We are the same.