StereotypedA Poem by thecheesyoneThese fabrics we wear do not define us, Although they may align us into a group of judgment I refuse
to acknowledge. Hispter, gangster, muslim, jew, rich, poor… I can no longer handle this any more! Yes a glance may strike the imagination to brew, But we need to just cleanse our minds a new. Because who are we to make assumptions, From the glance of a bandana, burka, or tattoo, For we are all souls accompanied by a body for a few. These judgments and interpretations will lead to blurred
vision. Where the eyes will then begin to create false illusion. For if this happens, detox your mind, So you can open to see we are all one of a kind. © 2017 thecheesyone |
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