On The Outside Looking InA Poem by TashaFor the World Of 500 Group.
Everything seems different to the outside world
not knowing what people go through, not having to hear the awful words people call me Looking through the window and all you see is chaos and people going crazy You put me in a box, and label me as one of them, just because of the color of my skin... Not everyone's the same! But what if the tables were turned, and you were the one inside, while we were outside judging you... before we even knew you Calling you horrible names just like you have done to us... Why can't we look in a mirror and see what our ancestors went through and try not to be that reflection in the mirror because no one wants to live that way anymore We can't let our hatred for each other hinder us from reaching our dreams... Why cant we put past thoughts and feelings inside while we sit outside and learn more about each other before we classify them as a certain group © 2011 TashaAuthor's Note
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37 Reviews Added on May 21, 2011 Last Updated on May 21, 2011 AuthorTashaNCAboutHey, I'm 18 years old and I love writing. "To know me is to love me" "Every heart has a beat and mine just skips for you" Wanna know more? Message me I love to make new friends. &heart.. more..Writing
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