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Aug 2014
I feel as though there is this constant smoke,
it won't clear the air, despite how we choke.
We come so close to peace,
war seems like a joke.

Then it's a black thing,
a white thing,
a muslim,
none for the right thing.

Who will start playing for the other side?
For justice?

Learn to see without color,
Teach your children. Please, address this.

There is no hope in a world where the color of your skin decides anything.
Jennifer Weiss
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Jennifer Weiss  Biloxi
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