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If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak


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?"





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