Stephen Pennell Poet Free verse

The Bigot

Your words travel on the wind
Like a falling leaf in a storm
So  cruel so unkind
So off the mark and misinformed

The sharpness of your tongue
The venom in them eyes
Words so cruel they stung
The  hatred so poorly disguised

Was it the colour of my skin
The place of my birth 
 Or just your hatred within
That lessens  my worth

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Jan Allison May 6, 2018 at 10:33 AM I can relate Stephen and that is one of the reasons I hide behind my dragonfly avatar :-( hugs jan xx Jan Allison May 6, 2018 at 12:42 PM Been misty this morning but that has now lifted and its glorious:-) have a lovely bank holiday tomorrow hope you are well:-) hugs jan xx Stephen Pennell May 6, 2018 at 11:00 AM afternoon jan hope you are having a great day on the isle today lovely here .