Pride, Blood, And A Sweet Heart Poem by Moth Harris

Once knew a kid by the name of Rick
No matter what he did, he was called a spic
Not nothin' he could do, not nothin' he could say
Had to walk around with that shame every single day

I guess some people can't see past
The color of their skin
To the true colors within
Red for the anger
Yellow with pride
Blue for his sadness
The colors inside

Once knew a man, he was very tall
Like they say, the taller they are the harder they fall
On his knees with the pain
In the middle of the cold dark rain

I guess some people don't see
Just because we're different
That we still bleed
Our blood is exactly the same
But I guess life's just the same old game
A name of shame that we still blame

Once knew a girl with a heart so sweet
Can't remember, 'how did we meet? '
She left me so I could chase another
Now I wouldn't want to be with any other

And now I seem to understand
The demand of a heart at hand
So simple and fragile
but filled with true care
So I reach out to all those lonely people
Who feel like someone's not there

((I tend to write like my poetry is a message
Abstract but easy to understand
If you get but one thing from this section
Don't give hate the room to expand))