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At my gate

You are now at my gate and let me just state... Ignorance is not bliss, Ignorance is what spits, On our society, Why does it have to be, So mean, Coming in different varieties Stupidity, closed minded beings, Overdosed feigns On the drug of another’s uncertainty, On the drug of another’s complexity. Ignorance is what hits, When one has been reduced down to fits, Of rage due to a lack of understanding. Due to an abundance of reprimanding with no reasoning. Take your fake, already set in place traits and leave them at the gate. When I can feel you feel what i feel or when you do not judge based on preconceived ideals, You may then pass in through the gates to my consciousness and my awareness. Mind you it is not a matter of hypocrisy but a requirement to consider my identity.
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renata-jackson
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Nov 19, 2012
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