We are all the same

We are all the same.

We are equal.

Your colour doesn’t matter-

Your story doesn’t matter-

Your gender doesn’t matter

We live in the 21st century

So why do you keep obsessing about the past?

Why do you keep playing the victim?

I reach my hand out

I try to get help,

Like everyone else does..

Only this time I get turned away,

After all, we are all the same

So why do you think you deserve special treatment?

You’re not special...

They say...

You’re not a victim...

We are all the same.

So I hide away,

Lock my door,

Let the rain downpour

Knowing that if I speak out,

I’d get turned away.

After all, we are all the same.

We are all the same...

You know what?

You’re right.

We should all be the same...

So let me shape myself to fit in with the crowd

Adjust my voice to match theirs,

Avoid speaking about my...

My so-called “lived experiences”

What even is a lived experience?

We all have the same experiences.

We all bleed the same colour,

History is history

The fuck does that have to do with today?

We are all the same.

I’m so sick of this fucking neoliberal fantasy,

we pretend to live in.

No,

We are not all the same.

How can we all be the same?

When only certain groups of people,

getting killed for just choosing to exist

in a world,

that would rather live in ignorance.

A world where women like me are dismissed as-

angry and unreasonable,

just for being tired of-

constantly having to prove our lives-

hold the same value as everyone else's.

How many tears have to be shed?

How many lives have to be lost?

How many children have to die?

How many cultures have to be erased?

How many lands have to be stolen?

Before we stop living in denial?

and realize...

We are not all the same.