Bricks Poem by Elizabeth Song

The people of the world are like bricks
Meant to stand together
To hold each other up
And support one another
Each brick is unique and special
After awhile the bricks notice the differences
Some bricks want to be like another brick
Some feel that the best should not stand by the rest
But most just lack understanding
There are so many different colors
Different shapes
Different imprints
Different lives
All the differences collapse the building that was once so beautiful
Now the bricks lay in ruins
Still refusing to accept