Treasure Island

Gero Lorna

(March 1,1978 / Antigonish)

We Are The Same


I present to you a woman
who wishes she were not
judged by the color of her
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  • Terri Weaver (7/23/2006 10:47:00 PM)

    Very true Lorna and I agree! ! ! Everyone should be considered equal regardless what color they are, what religion they practice, what choices they make...We all have free will but we are all the same if that makes sense, we all breathe, we all bleed, and we all feel the same emotions...Color has nothing to do with who we are, what's important is who we are as people and I think that message comes out loud and clear in this...you're awesome girl! ! ! You're so intuitive, and honest, i admire you as a person a lot, you amaze me as a writer and as a person...you've got such soul, compassion and spirit, and you know who you are...Keep it up Lorna, I love reading your work, i'll keep reading as long as you keep writing! (Report) Reply

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