Mary Nagy

Rookie (11-08-1970)

Playing The Race Card - Poem by Mary Nagy

It angers me to hear this.
I hate to tell you so.
It gets me so frustrated
and I had to let you know.

I didn't donate blood
because I thought that ''they'' were white.
I gave my blood to help them...
because I knew that it was right.

When you play the race card
it angers many souls.
Where once there was compassion,
there now are empty holes.

I feel it's not accepted
as just a touch from those who care.
It turns into a ''race thing''
and that just isn't fair.

Comments about Playing The Race Card by Mary Nagy

  • (9/5/2005 1:16:00 PM)

    Mary, I think you and your heart are so beautiful, but I think people like George W everyday play the race card, first to win elections and then to consider the suffering of black people and the poor second class to the affluent. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/5/2005 2:04:00 AM)

    i tend to think of my brothers and sisters belonging to the human race and our
    blood be red

    Warm regards allan
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  • (9/4/2005 9:58:00 PM)

    Good sentiments coming from a good soul.
    Sadly, I think that management in the East may have been unduly influenced by the race thing.
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  • (9/4/2005 9:52:00 PM)

    I just wish 'race' wasn't always brought up as an issue..... I truly believe many people do not even think about color. I don't and I know many people that don't give it a thought. I wish more people could just see that we are all humans....of many different shades to be appreciated. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 4, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, January 5, 2007

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