We Are All The Same Poem by Dianna Nally

White, black, yellow, red
These are only colors.
Everything has it's own mark
The children play on the swings
They play together in the park.

They don't care who's rich or poor
Or even who lives where.
All they know is there is no fun
If there is no one to play with there.

Our children have built in blinders.
Color, race, or religion doesn't matter.
All they know is they have fun
Even with those who are a little fatter.

One boy's black, a little girl is white
And look at that babies slanted eyes.
But they don't care if their not the same
To them it's no surprise.

7/14/94
Dianna Nally