Different
I carefully pick out my outfit, worried about my math test.
You quickly throw on your uniform, worried that today might be the last.
Both of us are anxious and afraid.
I hop in my silver Hyundai to go to school.
You quickly shuffle into a tiny, cramped tank to go to the battlefield.
Both of us are going to places we’d rather not be.
I plop down in my seat at school, wishing I was at the beach.
You get into ready position, wishing you were safe at home.
Both of us are feeling sorry for ourselves.
I get told to start my six-page math test.
You get told to take cover.
Both of us are shaking with fear.
I finally complete the last question on my test.
You are pushing the enemy back.
Both of us are getting close to the end.
Me and my classmates file out the door.
You and your fellow soldiers stand up in disbelief.
Both of us are overjoyed.
Yes. I think to myself, the day is done.
Yes. You think to yourself, we have won.
Both of us have won our battle.
But your battle was different than mine.
You risked your life so that I can be free and go to school.
We are the same, but very different.
