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Portrait of Hate

People who practice racism, are the last to admit weakness and last to apologize. Its not always obvious, cause racism comes in all shapes, colors and sizes. People will paint your portrait with so much hate. But will be the last ones to admit that they're just really afraid. So, they try hiding in the comfort of the shade, rather than facing the heat, that fuels their rage. That bitter rage that's inside, is from ignorance, and the medias influence. But before this world can fully recover, we must first accept the fact that our skins,have different colors. But, when it's all said and done, it's our hearts, that are the same color.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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