We Are All Different

• Annie Kenwery, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

Like a white rose in a field of poppies,
We are all different.
What would the world be like, if we were copies?
We are all different.
We need our personalities to make us unique.
We are all different.
We have our own styles, own ways and techniques.
We are all different.
We want to fit in; but to stand out is a definite path to take.
We are all different.
Why be nighttime with them, when you can be daybreak?
We are all different.
Why try to fit in, when you were born to stand out.
A crowd is something, but you, are something no doubt.
We all have our place in the world,
Because we are all different.