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Racism
I started of with a color
And now a name
I am far more uncontrollable
Than any given fame
I am found in all the deepest darkest places
And also in sweet loving homes
I kill, steal and am jealous
And hatred for those with different color tones
I am Racism
And I feel great
For I have done so much
That you can never lift my weight
I work within your hearts
As early as you wake
I keep on pushing
Till lives are at stake
I move people and stir things up
I make people believe you are worthless.
I make them look at you funny
And throw you out of your homes and be a homeless
I can go on and on about me
But I may stop for you to look into your heart
You may say Racism is dead
But look within yourself it may just be at its start.
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I love to write whenever i can find the time to, its a comfort to put down thoughts into paper and watch it materialize into something beautiful.
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I like this Joel Kalpram | Feb 20th, 2008
Mpuii i love this alot. its a good poem :) very creative mind you have
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