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Prejudice a Scourge

A scourge Of mankind. Hate A person Before we talk and walk That is no way Right. It is every way Wrong. want a special kind Of prejudice. wish to pre-judge Everyone beautiful Lovely gorgeous Redeemed Forgiven And love them feel them like them Before speak to them Or hear them speak. Before know them personally who they are. from where what color what cast what creed My special own Prejudice.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/6/2015 11:18:00 PM

WOW, a perfect 7. I have to admit for a second there I felt as if this poem could be about a man I know. However he is no prejudice, just a hypocrite. Like your end, my special own hypocrite. Awesome poem. LINDA

Anita Sharma
Date: 10/7/2015 5:08:00 PM

hey thanks

A. Juman

Date: 10/6/2015 8:36:00 PM

Wow! Anita! you either paint the fella your color, elope and make a few babies then call home. your people should mellow out by then if not you'll just have to stay in hiding

Anita Sharma
Date: 10/6/2015 10:05:00 PM

phewww i didnt quite understand what you mean