I don’t understand the differences I see-
Why their eyes are blue and mine are green.
I don’t understand the differences I see,
Because people are different than me
I don’t understand why her hair is coily
And mine is straight
She says people don’t like hers,
But I think it’s great.
I don’t understand the way he speaks:
He has a different sound,
Which makes some people laugh
And that tears him to the ground.
I don’t understand the colors I see;
On each face is something new.
Walking down the street
People’s color fills the view.
I don’t understand the differences I see-
Why their eyes are blue and mine are green.
I don’t understand the differences I see,
Simply because people are different than me.
