RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Yards Of Darkness
Diversity lies in piles of leaves,
awaiting recognition from anyone.
Disguised as prejudice, being
raked across yards of darkness,
hoping to become words of a
politically correct person.
None of it ever really mattering
as life's curtains fall upon
minds of diverse circumstances.
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