Written and spoken by a 16-year-old girl at the 1997 World Summit of Children:
He prayed – it wasn’t my religion
He ate – it wasn’t my food.
He spoke – it wasn’t my language.
He dressed – it wasn’t what I wore.
He took my hand – it wasn’t the colour of mine.
But when he laughed – it was how I laughed.
And when he cried – it was how I cried.