What Makes Us Human

What is it that makes us human, what is it?

We are different in many ways, yet why is it that at times we do not accept it?

Are we afraid of it, is it because we don’t understand who they are?

Do we want someone to be the same, because of something?

Because we can’t always understand each other, at times we shun, hate, and are afraid, of those differences.

So we wish for them to be who they are not.

What is it that makes us human?

Is it those differences that make us who we are?

“I don't know”, is my answer. For those who wish to know.