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Dec 2013
The world is a scary and dangerous place.
This is not a white, black, or brown thing.
It does not matter the color of your face.
We each have a battle that is growing.

Yet we judge based on skin, and beliefs,
Regions of birth, & those who are deceased.
We are with holding ourselves from others,
We are with holding ourselves from peace.

Now we can fight & judge other's forever,
The way we behave is a choice of our own.
We can except all, & learn to live together,
Or be stranded, fighting this battle alone.
Heather Rice
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