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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required If I return from this conscious drudgery, I will tell, I will tell of a subjugation, the spite and silent disdain I will tell of the avoidance and the exclusives space on public bus. I will tell of the common embarrassing quizzes and the suspicious looks I will tell of the erratic change of mind and the one ninety degrees turn for my sake. If I return, I will tell so many If I return from this distant voyage , I will tell I will tell how it is not over on some minds The age-long differentiation, the battle of supremacy, the venom of little minds. I will tell of the pretended smile, the cynic look the preference and denials, The tanning of my coat is the jibing. for some who are oblivious of geography If I return from this second deliberate offering of my will I will tell of my endurance and restrain, the quietude of avoidance The sighs, the pain of rejection, the mockery the selective treatment and all Of empty pew in church because of my coat, Yes. Even in church where they aught to know better If I return someday, I will tell. They are not all so, there are few among many. "The coats blinds" The true lover though few, excuse the myriad of coat haters If I return from this journey of discoveries and curiosity The long war of our diversity, The silent unspoken lies of superiority My coat is the jeer, same blood runs in our veins
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