This is a poem about not judging by who they really are.
I was listening to a song,
that was cool and long,
when I got in thought.
Why do we judge others from
where they are born,
or if they are foreign?
We say we are not racist or
sexist, but we are. We have
not gotten that far.
We are judging others
for if they are born Black,
Asian, White, or Indian.
We judge them from what
form they are born into. We
say you born into the poor,
and all of your clothes are tore
so you suck. We judge the one with
his shirt tucked and clean, we say he
is rich and mean. We judge them for how
they seem like,
and if they are a dike. We should not
judge by there looks or car,
but who they really are.
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