Divided we stand, united we fall
They say they are fair, but not to us all.
Stereotypes split people, we are all the same
The homeless will die, with no friends and no name.
I am the same as you, yet you treat me differently
I don’t understand, what is wrong with me?
Is it because of my preferences, I don’t like what you do
It is because I dress different, won’t buy Nike shoes?
Why is it, some people are overlooked
They get murdered, their killers don’t get the book.
Because they aren’t the jock, why can’t they see
Good people can be different, remember Brian Deneke