Does it really matter


People are people
Black or white
One heart
One soul
With each person unique in his own
We all seek a place to call home
Whether it's painted white or gold
Our goal is to be treated like gold
Cherish and loved
In a way untold
When we let down our guard
It can go wrong or right
With that rightly said
Love always find us at the right time
Right in the middle of hopelessness 
It comes when least expected
People are people
Black or white
Shouldn't matter if they are black or white
The Crux of the matter
Is that they love you
No matter the matter.

  • Author: opefolorunsho (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2016 03:47
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Augustus

    Yes, we treat gold and money better than we treat each other. Nicely done.

  • Tony36

    Great write

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