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.
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