Sharron Stephenson


Blood And Colour - Poem by Sharron Stephenson

time on your hands can make for a idle mind,
a mind that is broken is a mirror in two,
the reflection you may see may not be the truth,
the lie hides the truth,
the face is a sin it self,
the colour of the skin is not what is undernearth,
the blood is the same, from man woman and,
child,
all around the world today, tomorrow and yesterday,
the one thing that is common is blood is thicker,
then water,
water is the food of trees and plants,
trees and plants are just part of the earth,
is round and around the sun
the sun shines and the moon glisters on the
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  • Rookie Robert Wilson (9/9/2011 8:13:00 AM)

    when i read this poem i thought it was about time that we thought about the things we do and why. no matter the colour of skin poeple have the right to live and be loved (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 9, 2011


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