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Wandering Scarlet

(June 1,1991 / Richmond hill)

Racism Is Not Justified


racism is based on how we are different
but that cannot be justified
we are the same on the inside
we all have feelings
we all have souls
no matter what colour flesh
we all bleed scarlet red
that warm scarlet
we all live off it
we all need it
we are all the same
the same where it truly counts
the inside counts

Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 26, 2011

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  • Red Blooded Black Hearted (9/18/2007 11:37:00 PM)

    I couldn't agree more... If we were stripped of our fles we'd b the exact same. Great poem. It had a goot beat to it. Keep writing.: -) (Report) Reply

  • Osceola Waters (5/17/2007 5:07:00 AM)

    In my eyes we are all brothers and sisters, i don't see the color of a person, what's important is how we treat each other, i can see you are a thinking person, with a good heart, Osceola (Report) Reply

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