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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “America is a melting pot”, at least that’s what we thought. Now, don’t try to be like, look like anything that you’re not. I’m white like Obama and I’m black like Drake. Is it really an issue of color? No people, goodness sake. It’s not only the hate you give but it’s the hate you take. So, can we forgive? ‘Cause this is no way to live. Blaming a good man for his ancestors’ sins. But really now, who is to blame? You see one glimpse of evil, then you’re assuming they’re all the same. I’m talking to both of y’all, with backs up against the wall, thinking to stand tall, walk tall, now watch out before you fall. ‘Cause we’re scared of world war III But looks like a civil war to me. So sick of the hate and jealousy, Especially the supremacy. I think back to the words of MLK, we cannot be satisfied. No, not yet, no, not today. Anyway, don’t take your eyes off the goal. Remember the dream. Don’t judge the skin, but the soul. Now what has happened to this nation? It’s called modern day segregation. We’ve brought our rage back to the stage; Prejudice in a new generation. OK, ok, I know it sounds cliché, but what happened to peace, love and kind words? I guess we forgot that after Sunday. I am so sick of it. I don’t want to hear anymore. Let’s leave and forgive it. Let it storm out and slam the door. Drown the hate until it’s dead. Move on and lift up your head. Pray this poem’s not misread. But here it is, I said what I said.
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