Please, help with critiquing this poem, not to cruel though, :) Thanks, its called DIVERSITY?

Diversity





I am white


You are black


Everyone’s different


So why do we have to fight?





No one is bizarre


Maybe just diverse


It isn’t like,


They’re some person that is cursed





Why can’t everyone bestow,


The varied people in our world?


And maybe then our tolerance


Will grow and grow and grow





To be like on big flower


In the middle of a field,


That one little flower has the power,


To change the whole wide world





If everyone could understand


That no one is a freak


Then maybe just maybe


It’s happiness our world can seek

Please, help with critiquing this poem, not to cruel though, :) Thanks, its called DIVERSITY?
leave it as it is