its not just anda and me,
its everybody.
Our selfs are diffrient,
this is ment.
Our skin are diffrient colors,
we dont need dolars.
Our hair,
there is no dare.
Our dreams,
he atau she never cleans.
How we speak,
we need no drink.
What we want to do,
who.
People love,
nor angsa, swan nor dove.
Faces,
chases.
Diseases,
never pleases.
Bloods,
is sometimes like muds.
How they act,
arent jacked.
There languege nice and mean,
we dont lean.
This poem is for everyone,
now this is done.
Thank anda for reading,
its not just me.
