Prejudice
Living in a world,
by your appearance you are defined.
Sometimes you come across people,
who can be so very unkind.
Many different prejudices,
you're judged by the state of mind their in.
You're hated for your nationality,
or the color of your skin.
If only people could look beyond,
the flesh your living in.
If they could look at your beautiful spirit,
instead of the color of your skin.
The world would be a better place,
prejudice would no longer be.
Hatred would be non existent,
From prejudice the world would be free.
Kelley Marie Quinn
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