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theesadster 
12:20pm, August 27, 2009
Blinded, by the atrocities
that DO happen here,
in the ghetto where I live,
Deafened by the sound of AK's
and nines,
Such as the one that
silenced my baby
on that August night.....
Chosen for the beautiful
brown color of his skin...
so should I hate every
single African-American
that walks past?
Or should I embrace
my best friend,
who is as dark as the
obsidian that my
ancestors DID worship?
I choose to embrace....
I choose to not hate....
I choose to love
and be colorblind.
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if only ppl the world over would be colour blind hun xxx
winny
Daddy I hope Sean get to see this or you send it to him.........
MunecaDeVanilla1
You mean people are different skin colors? I guess I'm colorblind too. These are beautiful words. Peace to your family.
Nee123
Beautiful poem Sad.
heylee