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the window into you
is one seldom if few ever open limited optics and yet they believe they see you for miles and miles I say: "please, have your sentences in order and do not summarize based upon who you think you see..." its almost as if some of them have not learned to read (or see) nor opened a book nor lived their longs long enough to know of experience to those who've made up their minds in a glance and would call their opinions discernment yet judge by their limited circumstance tis true-- how we all judge and we judge our own judging yet there's a difference between passing judgment and looking down on and not looking into, isn't there? with all the details right under their noses the tacit evidence and not the facts they've chosen do they have the ability to ask which paths they've traveled and where next they'll be going on... and yet, the choice, too often, seems--is not to choose. this is dumb prejudice and how much better it would be if prejudice remained dumb and could not ever speak it seems at times silence is for the loving and the strong and not of the weak. legal copyright for this poem 10:14am pacific standard time May 23 2020 time and date stamped and also for this poet/writer MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE-MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD I AM REMINDED OF A TUNE CALLED WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?...LONG TIME PASSING "OH WHEN WILL THEY EVER LEARN, OH WHEN WILL THEY EVER LEARN?" Vote for this poem
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