by veena singh | |
Published on: Jan 3, 2008 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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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. « return. |