Though we be made of Sand
We be not the same.
Though we be drawn of a frame,
We be not the same.
Though I be fashioned like you,
We be not the same.
Though we be formed of dust,
We be not the same.
Though we be of that stand and sight,
We be not the same.
Though we be created like men,
We be not the same.
Though we be of a tribe and race,
We be not the same.
Though we be of the same special breed,
We be not the same.
For my creation is divine and just.
My fashion is extreme and rare.
My dreams and desires are lofty, purified.
My thoughts differ and nobly formed.
And my birth stirs up a difference.
My taste, my gaze be not like yours.
If men may study me,
I own nothing to you than love.
If men have me searched out,
They find nothing in me than unselfishness.
How men do not care to know.
How my soul does so hate.
The abundance of their pretences
The loyalty to their ego and selfishness.
Oh that men may study me,
And find the summing difference.
We be not the same.
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