If I come running to the metal sheets,
the pig from the gray neighborhood is looking for me,
he knows I'm coming from scrounging
a few words from the other side.
Fresh water for my land,
my plant with its flowers,
Grandmother will forgive me.
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Author:
Damaso (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If a black man runs, they say it's a robbery.
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This poem is sad and feels discriminating against color and social class. Great wording
All forms of prejudice are barriers and limits that can keep you from something very beautiful. Thank you so much for your thoughtful words. Best regards.
A sad write over the continued descriminitory behaviour and actions that are still so prevelant in today's society. There should be no room for any descrmination of any form, especially racism, strong and well expressed write
Wow, sir. Your words really move me. They make me feel like I've communicated what I wanted to express. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Best regards.
You are very welcome
Nothing like getting lost in your own thoughts and emotions. This poem conveys heritage and necessity. I enjoyed it very much.
Well, I'm very glad then. Thank you so much for stopping by to read and share your words. Best regards.
great write, sadly the world is so divided its scary
Well, I'm glad you liked it. We still have places like this to rebuild. Thanks for stopping by. Best regards.
thanks for sharing
Sad and horrifically real. The ugly sin of racism persists pervasively. Discrimination as a whole, actually, not just racism. It really seems to be on the rise now-a-days, which is both tragically sad and totally angering. Thank you for sharing this. It needs to be read, heard, processed, digested, absorbed by all, especially those who have never had such experiences. Well done, my friend. 🌹👏
Well, I am very happy with what you tell me, even if it is a text that speaks only of an imaginary place, but it is a truth in some cases in many cases the fear of the shell leaves us without the huge wealth of knowing the interior. Many grace for your felt words are very encouraging, greetings
You are welcome, my friend. Imaginary places often lead us to some of the most profound truths. It's the delusional places we want to avoid...🤣 that is unless we are exposing delusions. That's always a good space too. Anywho, you are most welcome, my friend. Your words have power. ✌️
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