I’m seven years old and I’m different
And my friends just couldn’t care less.
My family accepts me for who I am
And for that I am totally blessed.
But sometimes I hear grown-ups talking
The thing they’re discussing sounds bad.
They’re saying some stuff that is awful and cruel
And the language they use makes me sad.

What if their words effect all my friends
And show them it’s easy to hate?
Of course I’ll remind them that I am just me
But the truth is I may be too late.
The problem is easy to spot if you look
It’s the grown-ups, it’s not girls and boys.
They think ’cause I’m different that I must be bad
And they’re loud and they make lots of noise

About how it’s better if we’re all the same
That’s the way that they think things should be.
But they are not right and what’s even worse
Is the impact their words have on me.
If they looked past the ways I am different.
They would see how alike we are
Except I’m more kind and loving and fair
And a much better person by far.