Same Inside
Look into yourself and see.
Someone my age, may get older,
But it feels the same inside.
People overweight don't feel bigger.
Because it feels the same inside.
Said minorities don’t feel different.
Inside there is no sense of color.
If I'm unattractive, I don’t know.
I feel beautiful inside.
And if I’m not all that bright.
It still feels the same inside.
I may not be all too neat.
Not immaculately clean.
Experience's only I have known.
Can’t see the outside that is shown.
A bum on the street he lie.
A king in his bed so high.
A child in the ghetto slum.
A young prince in his own kingdom.
Take in societies at it's utmost highs.
As suppose to the wretchedly demised.
They all feel the same inside.
They all laugh as well as cry.
©2001 Shannon Davis
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