Aug 2015
All around me people see the color of skin,
The gender: male or female,
Prejudging sin,
With neither background nor tale.

I see a person,
Who without taction,
Gets their judgement to worsen,
Only by their action.

Man or woman matters not,
But somehow us people are caught,
Trying to attach a label,
To one whose chaos of feeling hasn't been seen as stable

Why is race or color of skin,
Prevail the colors within,
For each mind is an ocean,
Withholding millions of colors of emotions.
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