Us

Who we are, what we are, one, others, matters, people, yes one.
Human all one. We live alone, yet we all live who we are.
The things that separate us need to stop, we are all the same.
Human, skin different yes, ideas yes we have.
Why do others make us be different? to me very strange.
I am a man, maybe you are a woman. Yet we still feel the same joy, and the same pain, why do we let others dictate who we are.
So simple, yet we allow others to say.
When does it stop, only when we say no, its not.
Ken