The differences ring out far and near
Yet we only hear the echoes of where our friendship
starts and ends
Boundaries set by color and race
hide my tears
I pray.
Ashamed of my own people
I search for something odd
something different
a chance to end the rage
how much will it take
to stop the hate?
We walk in disbelief of what we really are
scared by our denial of what we've done
disgraced by the color of our face
we play make believe.
Lost souls, lost lives
taken in a great storm
cast down by war and hunger
we think we are supreme
we are nothing.
Walking with the knowing
that a great day will arise
when we fall down on our knees
and whisper, "Why"?
-*JJ*
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Some of the poetry in this journal is mine, some is my cousin's. If it is my work, i marked it with a *JJ* otherwise its my cousin's.
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taste the bitterness of another bloody valentines day