We’re Different, We’re the Same.

We’re Different,
You and I.
It’s true.

We’re the Same,
You and I.
It’s true.

 

 

I believe in the value of reformed health care.
You believe it is complete rubbish.
We’re different.

When my daughter was sick, you pitched in.
You know hurt, and pain, and loss.
As do I.
We’re the same.

 

 

I noticed when I posted that article, crafting my own words around it in a formulaic “Amen”, you subsequently posted an article purporting the opposite.
Our views.
They are different.

When we sat down and had a conversation and talked about said article, it turns out –
we discovered our core value from which those article sprouted, well..
We’re the same.

 

 

I believe in immigration wholeheartedly.
You believe it has the potential to do the country harm.
We’re different.

When you contacted me about the loss of a job,
I came right over and decried with you over the injustice of it all!
We’re the same.

 

 

As we sat around the table, and the conversation led to the unfortunate subject of politics,
we shared our affiliations.
They were different.

I want to make the world a better place.
You do, too.
We’re the same.

 

 

You are choosing a way to educate your kids.
I have chosen a different path for mine.
We’re different.

I had a rough day trying to navigate this thing called motherhood.
You did, too.
We’re the same.

 

I am so glad I am me.
I am so glad you are you.

Our lives form a rainbow, a mosaic, with every different hue.

 

 

(An adult adaptation from story time tonight with my daughters of a favorite, We’re Different, We’re the Same by Bobbi Kates.)

 

 

 

We are all equal in the fact that we are all different. We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same. We are united by the reality that all colours and all cultures are distinct & individual. We are harmonious in the reality that we are all held to this earth by the same gravity. We don’t share blood, but we share the air that keeps us alive. I will not blind myself and say that my black brother is not different from me. I will not blind myself and say that my brown sister is not different from me. But my black brother is he as much as I am me. But my brown sister is she as much as I am me.”
― C. JoyBell C.

 

 

 

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