Underneath We’re All The Same,” by Amy Maddox,
“He prayed—it wasn’t my religion.
He ate—it wasn’t what I ate.
He spoke—it wasn’t my language.
He dressed—it wasn’t what I wore.
He took my hand—it wasn’t the color of mine.
But when he laughed—it was how I laughed,
And when he cried—it was how I cried.
16 years old
Franklin Community High School, Bargerville, IN