meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world
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the window into you
is one seldom few ever open limited optics and yet they believe they see for miles I say: "please, have your sentences in order do not summarize based upon who you think they see..." its almost as if some haven't learned to read nor opened a book nor had life experience those who've made up their minds in a glance and would call their opinions discernment true-- we all judge and we judge our own judging there's a difference between passing judgment and looking down on and not looking into, isn't there? with all the details right there the tacit evidence and then the ability to ask which paths they'e traveled and where they're going now? and yet, the choice, too often, seems--not to choose. this is dumb prejudice and how much better it would be if prejudice remained dumb and could not ever speak. 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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