Why are we different?
I ask myself.
Why are you beautiful and I am not?
Why do you smile and I cry?
Why do you rise while I fall?
Why?
Why do you get everything for free
that I have to work hard for?
I sweat to death,
but still mine is not as much as yours.
Why?
Why are you trusted instantly,
but I have to earn such respect?
Why are you loved, while I'm hated?
WHY, WHY, WHY, ARE WE DIFFERENT?
-Shelly Zinyama
Shelly, you have a clever and fearless voice. I relate to this poem so strongly, and I know many others do, too. Comparisons to others are painful, and the injustices that drive such questions hurt, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sounding off on an issue so personal to me - and, I believe, so commonly felt throughout the world.