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Beads of sweat stir up a line Residents in queue, confined Narrow long queues assure A hope, a future, true of valor. Agitated walks past cages and fences Every minute a case of jitters Mysterious that future Unobstructed love or terror. Simple little faces unaware To those of creed and color beware Where your place just might be God is above, not here to see One by one every wrist inked Color of the ink embossed That which will tell Life beyond is hell Inching past I stop before you My eyes peer for you to be true Birthright thrown and tossed As a subject judged to be crossed Wrist pulled forward The stamp over the palette Cruel eyes over me hover "Sorry we do not have your color"
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
I am not a color.
Beads of sweat stir up a line Residents in queue, confined Narrow long queues assure A hope, a future, true of valor. Agitated walks past cages and fences Every minute a case of jitters Mysterious that future Unobstructed love or terror. Simple little faces unaware To those of creed and color beware Where your place just might be God is above, not here to see One by one every wrist inked Color of the ink embossed That which will tell Life beyond is hell Inching past I stop before you My eyes peer for you to be true Birthright thrown and tossed As a subject judged to be crossed Wrist pulled forward The stamp over the palette Cruel eyes over me hover "Sorry we do not have your color"
We need to put a stop to racism. We live in 2012. And it is kind of outdated when we hear snide remarks about our color or culture. Racism is not cool. Not cool you all.
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
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