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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