We all sin differently.
We all move in different graces.
That’s the way it’s meant to be,
Or we would all have the same faces.
No one more,
And no one less.
Any man nor woman,
Is the best.
We all bleed red,
And we all cry tears,
We lose the same sleep,
And we have the same fears.
We all bow our heads,
Maybe for different reasons.
In this world as a whole,
We all experience all four seasons,
Because there is only one earth,
We don’t get a sequal,
And there’s only one race,
Our unique people.
We all fight different battles,
But one in the same.
Our only real differences,
Are our personality’s and our name.
-Danielle Fairchild
