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The Knife of Judgment

Oh why do you judge me before I speak? Why - for my skin? For my language? My name is… The judgment is quicker than a bullet. Millions of thoughts and knowledge apprehended. Yet one comes to mind. Why is life so harsh! Why is everyone so short sighted? Am I to be in my own kind for all life? Am I different? You don’t make eye contact with me. For what you hear. Rise above. Rise like the phoenix. Join me in a union.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/17/2011 1:31:00 PM
Society is where everyone is victimised not just skin colour but hair, weight and even us british white folk are judged more than ever because asian/black people feel we are racist before they actually know the truth. Love the poem all in all. Claire x
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